Don’t Be Rude

i'm so obsessed with nicepunk now. reinventing centrist liberalism from first principles

i'm going to be so annoying about this, i finally have the language and framework to identify an attitude and aesthetic that pisses me off

my name is Fucked Bastard and my special talent is not going to make it

ykw actually when you’re making out and he’s on top of you and uses his body to push your legs open more so he can lay between them

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

dry humping until he’s leaking through his boxers and you lick at it through the fabric while he holds your head against it

who up wasting their only shot at life through complete and utter inaction

Need him pushing my knee into my shoulder and fucking me relentlessly till I can no longer form a thought

Current mood: I want his cock so far down my throat it leaves bruises.

Literally amazing that there’s a predator that goes “mrrp” and you’re allowed to have one in your house

im glad we're mostly out of the "girls are so soft uwu" era. it was really hard for me to go through as a girl with a segmented carapace covered in hundreds of tiny barbs

person (non-practicing)