I want to lick your boots, Daddy. I want to make love to that which protects and carries you through life. I want to feel their roughness and weight against my body, pressing in. I want the weight of the world they’ve seen behind every kick. Share your world with me, Daddy.
Hi tumblr. i am inexplicably grumpy. Entertain me?
Every woman has mastered this. We are actually born with this skill.
You level up when you can do it with long sleeves
I was the only girl on an all-boys varsity soccer team. I had to change on the bus during away games because I didn’t have a locker room at other schools. I was not uncomfortable with that, actually. I did what I had to.
But one day I noticed that like three guys who were seniors were just staring at me as I did this and I must have shot them a dirty look because one of them (who is actually a family friend) was like “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare, but we’re still trying to figure out how the hell girls do that” and I just felt bad. They just want to get their girlfriend’s bra off without losing an eye and we can remove the whole thing like fucking wizards
i told my mom about this post and she went ‘wait, you can do it with long sleeves? um, i’ll be right back’
i swear to god every girl knows about this holy shit
you go Spenser Hastings!
(Source: spezria, via littleslavekitten)
You have no idea just how close to the truth this is.
LOL… the “real you”, isn’t it, baby? ;-)
|Needed to save the posts to come bak to when i do some writing tonight.
|Back to your regularly scheduled porn and kitties!
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When I was a kid, my dad and I drew pictures together all the time. He would get out the oil pastels and I would watch him glide the colors over the crisp paper. He gave me some colors and I began to try and copy the pictures he so easily created. We drew flowers a lot. Wild flowers with crazy…