It’s important that a relationship be founded in mutual respect.
For example, I respect you enough as a human being to honestly tell you how disappointing you are as a woman. And in return, you respect me for actually thinking about you long enough to recognize your flaws.
It’s quite beautiful, really.
I always get a little too excited when I see that @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls liked some of my posts.
One can only imagine what will happen when he reblogs you.
@rapekittn, @shylittlebaby, @used-trash, @bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls, @intersectdisconnect, @inductionofautosadism among many many many more
How flattering! Now that you mention it, I could see crushing you.
I think you’d be cute, all purple and smooshed.
LOL
I’m impressed. I can’t even teach my dog to fetch, but someone taught a douche to type.
it’s generally set up and agreed on and limits are shared, then idk, they try to make it as surprising as possible i guess lol
Surprise is overrated. It’s fun, and a good way to trigger a sexy little panic, but the thrill doesn’t outlive the moment.
Suspense, on the other hand… now that’s where it’s at, baby. The gnawing dread of an all-too-certain future can eat at a girl indefinitely, with very little manual upkeep required.
But then, I’m mean and lazy.
I just realized it’s been almost two years since I last made a girl cry.
That, ladies, is some straight-up bullshit.
(Someone’s been deep-diving the blog.)
I’ll try to be kinder to Evan. Note that I haven’t said a word about his… expertly layered and subtle performance in AHS: Hotel. Nor about his… understandable and wholly relatable inability to manage the violent outbursts of a five foot tall toothpick with a dye job. As far as I can tell, he is a very nice little man.
So now you don’t have to fight me, which is for the best. Because I will kick a girl right in the lady-junk.
lies
If a man is talking to a woman, he’s probably lying about something. The art of being a woman is figuring out which lies you most like to hear.
With that said, it really is a nice ass.
As with most things, alcoholism looks more interesting in the movies. Now that I’ve seen it up close, turns out it’s all gangrene and amputated toes.
In retrospect, being a giant pussy who hates the taste of booze was perhaps a lucky break on my part.
