Seriously.
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Guess whose Halloween wig came today?! (Taken with Instagram)
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Letters To My Country: My Only Thought On The Presidential Debate
Maybe instead of debating a three percent margin of error in the definition of “small business,” we should hear about who will stop killing innocent women & children overseas with drone strikes; who will stop killing American citizens using extrajudicial Executive Orders; who will stop …
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Favourite ASOIAF couple, unquestionably.
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seriously.
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mmhmm.
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smutty shit from the word docs
Effortless, really:
that day when the sunlight
slid through the windowpane
and dripped on our naked skin.
We lay side by side and you pressed into
my hips with your palm
and turned me under you and kissed me
slow and sweet like molasses. Tangled
five fingers in my hair, the other five
cupping my waist. A sudden snap,
a firing of synapses, a catalyzing of chemicals,
and the kiss suddenly fierce and fast and breathless;
you moved from my lips down to my
collarbones-breasts-stomach,
holding fiercely
with desire as if it were possible, if two bodies were pressed tightly enough,
for one to sink into the other and disappear.
Everything elevated was reduced
and everything suppressed was released
to be remembered for a day by a scarlet mark, and
in later instances of civility,
as a drop of sunlight through a windowpane.
