Aahh I made the stupid, stupid mistake of reading the comment section. Rookie fuckup.

You mention that marriage to Beatz like it’s not directly correlated to the suckage.

Envy.

Etsy, silly.

The litmus is this: which grabs you by the throat more: the thought of NOT waking up next to him every day or the thought of STILL waking up to him every day? I’m still in camp 1 after 13 years and I hope to not see it change, but I understand how I could get to camp 2.

Total Ages, like at maximum 10 years so that’s a good 4-5 decades of raping.

While those are things to be proud of, perhaps the USA should stop comparing themselves to places like Sudan, and start to compare to entire continents like Europe. The reality you describe is the reality of countless other countries too.

Fully aware, it’s just that the pic strikes me as a pretty straight(heh)forward male gaze type poze.

I’m actually baffled why he would be in the viscinity of a nekkid *woman*.

DAMN son.

Mister of Puppies’ last name rhymes with my maiden name so to avoid confusion I go by his socially and professionally. In my country (EU) you don’t legally change your name so in the law I’m always mrs Maidenname. However, it’s also common to hypenate married-maiden, but I forego that given the rhyming. Once in a…

It’s in every city in Europe now. I’ve visited Benidorm, Kopenhagen, Budapest and lots of cities in between and every city is riddled with these crappy locks, even the most fragile of landmarks. It’s gotten to the point where there are lock salesmen who go around reopening the locks with a generic key and reselling…

You shut your mouth, his thespian qualities are only highlighted by the amount of time he’s shirtless on screen. Plot, shmot.

Does that thing with his tongue.

This guy is fire. My soundcloud discovery is Black c.o.a.l., “big trouble” is my weightlifting hype song. Plateau is fire as well.

all Pharrell songs ever starting with that tick-tick-tick-tick-beat thing.

Cmon.

Srsly, portishead is a must as well. Or it might be a “drinking cheap whiskey in a dive bar with 4 other desolate patrons while the seen-it-all bartender wipes the counter at 3:40 am” playlist song.

Like, anything from Grace as well.

And boys of color even more so.