“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present. And by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.” I’m not happy that I will probably be reborn in a future life as a slug or a mosquito, but that’s what happens sometimes.
She wins the internet today, this week, and probably this month: all the pages worth masturbating to in “fifty shades of grey.” Here is but a snippet: page 137 “‘anastasia, i’m going to come in your mouth,’ his breathy tone is warning. ‘if you don’t want me to, stop now.’ he thrusts his hips again, […]
My friends are gonna be there, too. A little musical interlude to start off the weekend.