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putmeinherplace: A classical bondage with nice details: the rope around the neck, the rope securing the heels.

You know what’s the one thing Ronald Reagan never gets credit for when we won the Cold War? The number of insanely gorgeous women who came over from Eastern Europe to our welcoming shores. In the spirit of Glasnost, freedom and democracy, I give

http://www.paradisehill.tv/en/head-games-featuring-marina.html Woah! This is the sickest thing I’ve ever seen!

kairibloodheart: memento-monet: roseanneathema: jvmieryandee: scardeycas: mister-holmes: sailor-rina: salve-amicus: Anti-rape wear. Its almost impervious to knife attacks and tearing/stretching. The waist and thigh extremities of the garment are

parabola-magazine: I lost my way, I forgot to call on your name. The raw heart beat against the world, and the tears were for my lost victory. But you are here. You have always been here. The world is all forgetting, and the heart is a rage of directions

vuri: Originally for a kink meme request but I can’t find the link at the moment. I never posted it here at the time because I wasn’t satisfied with it - but since anon asked about it, and I had the time to fix it up, and because we all know England

So guess what arrived in the mail today. (Yes, I cry manly tears in the presence of beauty.)

egyptianheart: when the word cant express the feel ! and the eyes cant stop the tears ! and thinking that mind cant imagine what they feel there ! may Allah be with you in Burma

sirbknight: templeofbabalon: It isn’t your voice that tells me anything I need to know anyway. The tears in your eyes, the convulsions of your body, the pleading look or the need… Your words are just a distraction to me. Just as your thoughts are

“I’m the most sensitive person on the planet like, I could watch the news and cry. And so you got this amazing actor on top of you, pounding on your chest hysterical, crying, he’s got tears dripping onto my face and it was too much. And then

vulpixdiary: ”The tears we shed together, fell like a meteor shower in the night skyIf wishes can come true, I wish to protect the one thing most dear to me… Our bond is the Future Star that will light our way.”

kasryalart: Wedding xD This started out as my part in the double meme with garnetquyen but I’m too lazy to draw all the meme so I just do the art trade part _(:3_∠)_ It was supposed to be the ring-exchanging scene but wellll _(:3_∠)_ Anyway this

fuckyeahsirharder: Foreeeeeever reblog. And adding it to my ideal tab. makeithurtplease: To me, this is the most important part of BDSM. Someone who understands sees you. He sees the struggle, the tears, the doubts, the walls you try to break down.

whathonestmenwant2: The tiny little teen was helpless against the intruders. Maybe that’s why they found her so irresistable. She’s so cute with the tears running down her cheeks, getting her little asshole fucked by the strangers.

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,

tehwhovianhufflepuff: halliebadger: thedailywhat: Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears! So imperfect it’s perfect. [thanks, rob!] Oh man. I’m not gonna lie. I cried at the end. This is amazing. Yup, crying right

salesonfilm: The Square (Jehane Noujaim, 2013) I just saw this documentary on Netflix. During it I had so many emotions, so many tears. A revolution is one of the most beautiful and simultaneously one of the most horrifying things to witness.

buttrimming: Sipping Bailey’s Cream, by the stereo Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what’s up?)I’m suppressing the tears, but they start to flow‘Cause the next song I hear is the song I wroteWhen we first got together early that SeptemberI

impoliteness: The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle its weight．Just like the tears fall because the heart can no longer handle the pain.

bluethongdotcom: So we’ll piss off the neighbors In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day . ..

bluethongdotcom: So we’ll piss off the neighbors In the place that feels the tears The place to lose your fears Yeah, reckless behavior A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw Be in the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day . ..

Folks, you can support SU without being a jerk to the Gumball, Uncle Grandpa, Clarence, and Teen Titans Go! fandoms. SU is a great show that can stand on its own merits, we don’t need to tear other shows or people down in order to assert its value.

secretspacepenguin:thank you, ash and pikachu.for being in my life for as long as i can remember. for being my first heroes. for being good company all these years. for all the good times. for the laughs, the tears, the emotions, the lessons, and all

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

canadia-eh: pockytardis: oldfilmsflicker: thedailywhat: Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears! So imperfect it’s perfect. [thanks, rob!] omg oh my god that is the cutest most perfect thing ever i’m crying like

what’s great about not finishing dmmd, either the game or the anime, is that i can still be excited over things. like i’m watching the trailer for the anime rn and i’m still feeling it. i’m still fucking feeling it. is that a tear streaming

fukcoff22: Armstrong was on board, and The X-Files got more than a guest star out of the deal. “The set you see, the artist’s studio, that’s all his artwork,” Morgan says. “Along with Gillian Anderson’s daughter, who worked in the art department.

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

samanthamashillustration: The lavender held memories, the eucalyptus remembered all the tears, and the poppies were always there to see the years crawl by. Three plants that are reminders of my childhood home in Northern California. Prints and phone cases

quelloras: aseaofquotes: Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar It wasn’t until after she had gotten the mage into bed that she retreated to the couch in the living room. She had to maintain a strong front. She had to. The tears came anyways and she curled up

p-h-a-n-t-a: theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

thissickwonderland: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

samanthamashillustration: The lavender held memories, the eucalyptus remembered all the tears, and the poppies were always there to see the years crawl by. Three plants that are reminders of my childhood home in Northern California. Instagram Twitter

butthorn: I just attended the best passion of the Christ play. As they were “nailing” Jesus to the cross the entire thing broke. No one knew what to do and it got quiet. Finally one of the guards on stage said “You get out of it this time Jesus”

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper in front of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,

sleepinsidemysoul: seasons will come and time will go, i will continue to grow old as that was what I’ve been told .. but i fiercely remember the wild side the calm side the laughter along with the tears side..and the child reaching for stars at night

daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

impoliteness: The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle its weight．Just like the tears fall because the heart can no longer handle the pain.

vie-enr0se: theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from

anotherlifebrotha: “The realization crashed over him: He felt ashamed of himself as the tears stung his eyes. The owl had been his companion, his one great link with the magical world whenever he had been forced to return to the Dursleys.”

do-you-have-a-flag: marielikestodraw: thedailywhat: Marriage Proposal of the Day: The planning! The dorkiness! The tears! So imperfect it’s perfect. [thanks, rob!] oh my god it IS perfect. the greatest thing I have ever seen

impoliteness: The rain falls because the sky can no longer handle its weight．Just like the tears fall because the heart can no longer handle the pain.

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night don’t feel as heavy.

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

samanthamashillustration: The lavender held memories, the eucalyptus remembered all the tears, and the poppies were always there to see the years crawl by. Three plants that are reminders of my childhood home in Northern California. Instagram Twitter

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

theblacklittlemermaid: daughterofdiaspora: my mom taught me the therapeutic power of cleaning. open all the windows. throw out the old. wipe down the entire house. burn some incense. roast some coffee. then rest. that way the tears from last night

bondage-slut: Even when the hands are not there to force this slut to endure it all, she needs it because its what gets her cunt off the best. The drooling, the choking, the tears, you can feel her need to be facefucked.

You’re sitting in your room ~ door locked ~ with a pen in your hand and a blank piece of paper infront of you. Your hand is shaking, and the tears begin again - for the third time in the past hour. ‘To my family’ you write at the top of the page,

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