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Cher
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"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
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★( "ƜӇƛƬ'Ƨ ƳƠƲƦ ƊƦƖƝƘ ƠƑ ƇӇƠƖƇЄ?" )★
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clawed gauntlets save me. Save me clawed gauntlets
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"Whats your favorite memory?" questions are such bullshit I literally don't remember that shit it just occasionally comes to me in divine flashes and leaves indefinitely
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— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” (1967) (via lunamonchtuna)
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That pinball glow
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The parts of the south that are covered in kudzu look so crazy, one of the all time landscapes. Shame about it destroying the local ecology. But like look at this
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letticia munniz por johnny moraes
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Dita Von Teese | Zsa Zsa set
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The truth
Objectification is fun, and you are more than your parts.
Degredation is fun, and you have value as a person.
Humiliation is fun, and you deserve privacy, confidence, and pride.
Masochism is fun, and you deserve more than pain.
Sex is fun, and you are more than just a toy.
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Photo dump from the dreamy overnight I had
Had a really wonderful time sneaking into the upper crust with the sweet client I had the arrangement with this month. (Let's call him R)
From the lodgings to the restaurant we attended and the time spent afterward... what a night. Its interactions like this that bring me back to the root of the work: connection. Sometimes I think that I'm as lonely as the people who spend time with me, especially lately. And then I share slivers of time where I feel *seen*, and it makes my heart swell. It makes me wonder, if we are strangers, is it easier to bare yourself as an imperfect animal? Does knowing someone for long enough remove the curiosity that pushes compassion forward? Is that why these sorts of short term arrangements open the way for raw experiences? Much to ponder. Maybe I'm just stoned and think-piecing being a whore. Idk.
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