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If that explains the laser raptors, then what explains the razor laptops?

Reported.

You're the only treasure I need.

Riddles are the Sphinx's kink.

I'll turn my temple outward. If I pass out from a direct hit, you may leave and take the money I've left on the nightstand.

Romance is also different for me than sexual attraction, which I actually experience seldom, compared to romantic feelings.

Hit me baby, one more time!

If I was, I wouldn't be able to tell you because of very specific clauses in a confidentiality agreement that I had to sign before even getting an interview.

It seems I've been cornered into checkmate.

I try to untie Manhattan. I try to untie from your bad blood.

What else could I do in such beautiful weather?

Goals tbh.

I only sleep with my friends. I'm not a "sleep with strangers or people you don't consider a friend" sort of person.

In this thread I will spread Bolshevik propaganda faster and wider than my own two legs.

Knowing him, he finished. I can't say for sure, having no actual recollection though. Also, are you suggesting that I should've gotten involved in his sexploits? ...Only if he was still participating, tbh.

to your friend's bedroom that you waltz into one day unannounced, only to find him thrusting heavily into his girlfriend. Love is the same door you back out of slowly, face void of expression, while your friend clothes himself and finds you sitting on the front porch steps, and tries to explain that he was giving her a back massage. Later, love is the two of you drinking at a bar, and deep into talking about the good times, he asks you if you remember this. You don't. He explains it to you in perfect detail, and you come to the conclusion that you've repressed it, which makes you mad, because it's the funniest thing you've ever heard, and theoretically you would want to remember that forever.

*votes* *discovers I am the only one who voted* It's practically entrapment.

I'm always hoping for a mango hot sauce with more hot, and only a hint of the fruit flavor, but I have yet to find a truly perfect blend. Still, it's very good.

And I just found the result of that request lurking in my poetry folder: Rose season is meaningless. A bouquet is grown in winter as it is in spring, its petals a deep flamenco that sways the heart like a cheap puppet on string. And Valentine, near the end of his time in jail, wrote a letter to the jailer's daughter whom by his miracle was no longer blind, his execution the last gift he could offer. Sometimes love is tasteless to the tongue, a fruit eaten first as a plain hard seed. Some suspect the leaves of its blossom will poison the person it once helped to feed. Despite love's triumph of both time and age, Boku no Pico is shit and fills me with rage.

This is really good!

Any hopes that it'll be off life support soon?

Hello yes I am here to support the cute positivity: keep up the good work and keep on shinin'. <3