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The Morning Exhibitionist
She's getting more kinky by the day
There were several trailers for this series when it released back in 2006. I watched every episode, and to this day I have the cinematography in it alone to thank for being my deciding factor in pursuing film at university. This trailer in particular
As some of you know, hockey is my most absolute favorite sport on this planet. Actually, to me, it IS the greatest sport on this planet. Football/Soccer (whichever you prefer to call it) and Formula 1 tie in second. The rest I could care less about really
New and the Old: products of society:
My Day at the GA Aquarium
My Day at the GA Aquarium 2
I used to be like this until I made the decision to stop being so angry and sad about things - I just wasn’t going to do it anymore. I got rid of the negative…toxic people in my life, and just make an actual effort to be happy. I’m
…when trying not to laugh or hold back that stupid smirk I make when someone makes me happy. And then before, during, and after all the naughty stuff.
Photographer’s girlfriend leads him around the world. I will forever love this collection. It’s something I envy so greatly, but I know someday I’ll get to have my turn -my own adventures with the person I love. I thin we’re rushed
I love how she’s on the brink of breaking out in laughter. You can’t yourself too seriously… I find that very attractive.
I’ve been working at being happy for close to three years now, and I can honestly say this is one of the most important things you could possibly do for yourself. I have absolutely zero room for negative people in my life. I am such a better and
I can’t wait ‘til I finally get to travel the world.
futurejournalismproject: livelymorgue: An archival photo from The New York Times shows news pictures being sorted in the newspaper’s photo “morgue,” which houses millions of images. Here they are — several each week — for you to see. Welcome
E. B. White on the Free Press and the Evils of Corporate Interests in Media
For the Trayvon Martin Case, a Long Route to National Media Attention
futurejournalismproject: One hundred years ago today the Titanic hit an iceberg south of Newfoundland. This is tomorrow’s New York Times. Bonus: Images of the Titanic wreck made by stitching together hundreds of optical and sonar images collected by
the que in 2012
Nearly stabbed and then badgered and threatened by a troll regarding some man I have never even met let alone heard his name. All within the hospice. These are not hospice matters, this is supposed to be a place of healing and comfort and thus far
It didn’t hit until later that night when I was alone,yet, I’m not even entirely sure why.Nothing really has changed all that much, has it? It’s something that has always lingered there in the back of my mind,something I think I already
I’ve ignored it this long, maybe if I continue to ignore it, everything will just….go away. Bury myself in my work as usual, go back out on the front lines, there are distractions now at least. His words continue to ring through my mind
There’s still quite a ways to go, still plenty of inner demons.I continue to lose sleep and have the occasional anxiety attack,worry I’m not good enough or undeserving.Not to mention forcing myself way outside of my comfort zone. However&helli
“I regret….everything.” As if it didn’t pain me enough already, those words were icing on the cake. Stupid Xanelen.Why do you even bother?Maybe you should just erase those memories.
Nerves..so many nerves.Does that feeling ever stop? At some point you just gotta let go of the past, of those resonating thoughts and words that you believed for so long and take hold of what is meant to be, of what was always meant to be. Time to accept
It’s been days now with no word and no record of death.I hope whatever happened, there is peace and happiness.I feel ashamed in hoping they are dead, instead of the other available option.That I meant nothing and it was simply time to move on.
“Fall seven times, stand up eight.” Unrelenting and brutal is this war.My men are tired, I’m tired, but we continue to persevere despite the obstacles thrown in our way. This is what we’ve trained so diligently for and I refuse
A bad habit,a coping mechanism, a temporary vice. You cannot selectively numb your anger, any more than you can turn off lights in a room and still expect to see the light. I don’t think I’m as well as I thought I was.
I thought it was you for a moment.Third-degree burns covering the majority of your body,it looked like you from what little was left to look at.Your build, your height.But it wasn’t you. And I wish it was,for my own selfish and terrible reasons.I
I thought you died.Or worse, I thought you just…left.Months I’ve spent with the unknown,with having to stifle everything once again,with the thought that maybe I wasn’t good enoughor that I wasn’t worth it.I buried myself in my
“It’s shameful and disgusting.” “Those types should be shunned from society.” “They are ruining our city.” Words spoken by my parents to me at a very young age. I grew up assuming this to be the truth, that
It’s hard to stay positive when everything and everyoneseems to collapsing around you. I’ve seen into their minds, I’ve heard the voices speaking to them, I could feel myself slowly slipping every timefurther and farther down into
This feeling isn’t anything new.To not be loved, to not be wanted.To be thrown aside nonchalantlywithout care of the rocky terrain beneath.Cuts and scrapes can be healed easily, it’s not a question of how, it’s a question of when. My
I feel so completely translucent to him, can he tell? Does he know? Have I been that obvious? Perhaps that’s a good thing.The words were never spoken directly but they had been implied and he seemed more than comfortable in his own skin, freely
I know he wants to be stronger, but returning to something you once despised is not the way to do it especially when using the excuse that you’re doing it for me. I’d never ask him to do anything he hated, no matter what, yet he seemed so insistent
The story that this is a cover to, but more importantly, this is done by a new face!Clop Plots is happy to welcome Plum to our team, and she will be focusing on helping Knotted where she can, doing chibi art, or covers like this while she improves on
We met on Tinder a couple months ago, but when we realized we lived in different parts of the country, I had my doubts. It’s a very good thing I didn’t act on those doubts. In October we started to make it official, but we didn’t want to write anything
The Journal of a Master
lyrelyredressonfire:The Lonely Journal Keeper
m0nomercy:The lonely journal keeper
The Journal of Bison Jack
jet-set-phonograph: lupinrager: I’m Bara This is what I think all the time when my mom says the same thing.
The penis….look at the date on this! 1949! Very interesting. Which kind are you?
bijespers: 2022 JOURNAL » The Night House (2020) dir. David Bruckner I think there’s something in my house. Like a presence.
bijespers: 2022 JOURNAL » The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity… He was one of them. What more is there to say?
The Love Journals
I’m melancholy because we’re heading home from our mini-vacation and I wish we could stay much longer but I’m also really looking forward to seeing all the results I got with my Fuji X-T1 on this trip
while we’re on the subject
mynameiseyyyyyy: brilcrist: Thranduil Hugging Pillow (dakimakura) DONE! and i open preorder, together with my previous Fili/Kili & Thorin/Bilbountil 10 april 2014For more infos please go to: My Selling Journal Oh Eru, I want this so bad
peanutbunner:the lonely journal keeper // madame director
last night I was dreaming of my ex’s thick 9 in battering ram of a dick, he was teasing me with it, and for the first time I really wanted it again…
on scruff talking to a dude named j., another named J., and a third named J. J. at the same time lol
an old fuckbud from the summer hit me up on scruff for some reason, after studiously ignoring me for half a year. I don’t know to what I owe the honor, but I’m kinda just glad I get to take his cock again. I haven’t been mad or jealous or anything,
that dude’s dick from last night was a massive brown cylinder that narrowed a bit at the base. I usually don’t think that’s the most beautiful shape for dicks but his was so thick that it hardly mattered. taking it was so intense at first that when
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I spent so much of my time growing up in the woods near our little home. So many days spent climbing trees, running down barely marked paths, splashing in streams … staring out the window at all of these things as it was my sister that was actually
Trying to figure out why anyone ever bothered with me in the first place. I am only a disappointment in the end. I mean I am not even worth fucking, let alone talking to...so why bother with me?
I hate the games that I play because lets be real I am always trying to manipulate a situation be it sexual t to be in my favor. Why? I am just that pathetic. And I am tired of being lead on, used, and rejected all the time. I can’t remember a time
