i rise with the moon

my dead wife. the ad free internet

artists fuck better because we turn sex into art, masterpieces, mattresses become canvases where we can paint our love to someone with bodies.

its like, impossible to come up with anything funnier than the experience of seeing this post

pharoahs fuck better because they ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh put the pussy in a scarmophogoghs

World Heritage Post

it's so crazy how you actually have to live through everything

staying up really late is comforting. the world stops expecting things from you. it’s just quiet for a while.

the irredeemable pervert is generally well regarded among their friends for their insightful thoughts and all around pleasant demeanour

megumi, you are so pretty

thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3

ao3 asking if i want to see mature content. do i want to see birds in the sky. do i want to feel the wind in my hair and the grass under my feet

it hurts

"Can't two guys be just friends?" If they stop looking at each other like that then sure