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Anonymous asked: The name 'female shapes' implies that there would be a plethora of female shapes on your blog. Unfortunately, I only found thin, perfectly shaped females. Not only stick thin women are beautiful.
I agree, but this blog is a pure fantasy of mine. If you think this blog is an insult to more shaped woman, it’s not. Actually, every taste in women or men are represented on tumblr. If I have a weakness for thin young ladies, maybe it has something to do with the fact that my girlfriend and I are young and thin.
You just cannot be exhaustive on any subject, just subjective. When you praise one book, it doesn’t mean the other ones are bad!
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(from erospainter via erospainter)“Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.”
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(from erospainter via erospainter)Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you. –Audrey Niffenegger, The Time Traveler’s Wife
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(from erospainter via erospainter)I have desired you for all these past ten years. This may surprise you, but there have been many times when I was with other women and it was you I imagined I was with. I imagined it was your lips I was kissing, your breasts I was caressing, your pussy I was licking, you I was inside of. Can you imagine what this was like? Having sex with another woman and imagining it was you? I had to be so careful I did not moan your name. Cry out my desire for you when I was in the middle of cumming. How would I explain that?
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(from erospainter via erospainter)“A room without books is like a body without a soul.”
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