When you're a kid you just take trees for granted. Then when you get to be an adult you realize that a fully mature tree cannot be created in an amount of time that fits in a convenient landscaping timeframe for love nor money nor all the powers of science. Then you realize that people are very very very cavalier about chopping them down

Femmes with tummies and fat rolls. Femmes with thick thighs and soft skin and sorry hang on I got so hard I passed out

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......listen....

“I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘‘em’ when relevant” is surprisingly powerful as both a statement and philosophy

I used to have a recurring dream for years that my grandma's backyard had holes slowly opening up as the dirt begin to collapse in on an old cellar. I never saw anything down there, but always had the impression that something about the cellar was evil. Finally thought to tell her about it as an adult and she just said "oh yeah we covered an old cellar with that shed back there because I kept having nightmares about it"

wtf are you talking about, they didn't "deplete" the nature of their country, they cultivated their wilderness over centuries into some of the most idyllic pastoral landscapes in the entire world. And they did such a good job of it that the phrase "English countryside" is now synonymous with beauty and serenity and peacefulness. They didn't destroy their country's nature, they became its caretaker, they're right to be proud of it. All you're doing is pretending that the only kind of nature that should count is whatever is completely untouched by human hands.

to be queer is to respect sexuality and kink as a part of our community

I will gladly shake the hand(or paw) and befriend a leather pup-play fag than be around assimillist who adopt freak labels as an aesthetic.