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Anonymous: I've never came harder than I do when I think about your sexy ass and boobies.

If one and a half nipples and two booty pics is getting you off harder than you ever have before, I apologize. You deserve better.

Anonymous: I jerk off to you all the time. We went to school together. Thanks for the great times.

I have sixteen followers that I went to school with, four of whom are male. Hm…

everything-fuckable:

*buys kinky bra for looking hot in front of the mirror at 3am by yourself*

"You’re the first person in a long time to make me feel something other than self-pity and self-loathing."
- (57/365) by (KJ)
"

When I said I wasn’t with another girl
the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time,
it’s because it wasn’t actual sex.

In the February that began our radio silence,
it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts
that go below your waistline.

Not only do they make you look too young,
but then your torso is a giraffe’s neck attached to tiny legs.
I screamed at myself in the subway

for writing poems about you still.
I made a scene. I think about you almost
each morning, and roughly every five days, I still

believe you’re there.
I still masturbate to you.
When we got really bad,

I would put another coat of mop water on the floor of the bar
to make sure you were asleep when I got to my side of the bed.
You are the only person to whom I’ve lied, knowing

I was telling the truth. I miss the way your neck
wraps around my face like a cave we are both lost in.
I remember when you said being with me

is like being alone with company.
My friend Sarah wrote a poem about pink ponies.
I’m scared you’re my pink pony.

Hers is dead. It is really sad. You’re not dead.
You live in Ohio, or Washington, or Wherever.
You are a shadow my body leaves on other girls.

I have a growing queue of things I know
will make you laugh and I don’t know where to put them.
I mourn like you’re dead. If you had asked me to stay,

I would not have said no.
It would never mean yes.

"
-

Jon Sands, “A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You”

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