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Artist: Young Magic
Song: You With Air
Album: Melt
Plays: 41
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Me.

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Thank you so much for the book suggestion. It just arrived today, i cant wait to read it! You are a sweetheart!

Asked by geekscoutcookies

Yay! I love that book! It seriously has helped me through some rough times. I hope you enjoy it :)

xx

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It’s important to know that I am femme on purpose, that I am not just a passive consumer of patriarchy.

— Hilary Nyberg

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Fifty One - Will You Marry Me?❤ (:

Asked by vaandals

Haha I see what you did there

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Zoom REDLIGHT | CROSS PLAY Outfit
Photo: Bolden Bradley
Model: Kelly Lee Dekay 
Latex: KLAWTEX

REDLIGHT | CROSS PLAY Outfit

Photo: Bolden Bradley

Model: Kelly Lee Dekay

Latex: KLAWTEX

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Zoom Because Latex.
Because Butts.
Because Ropes.

Because Latex.

Because Butts.

Because Ropes.

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Inspired by a little Tumblr snippet from omnivert and mydemisee.

Me.
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Seven and Fifty xoxo

Asked by sixsixsixmc

Seven - Have a crazy side?

I don’t think I have a crazy side. But then again the things I think are normal may be crazy to others. I have a weird side though.

Fifty- Lyrics to the song you’re listening to?

Sitting alone in the dark of a stadium
He whispers his secrets into a cheap guitar
With the flick of his wrist he turns words into melodies
Chords into church bells, fill up the allies
Lovers intwine in the heat of the night
And by dawn are apart in the shivering silences
We will pretend
That its all just made up

The songs that he writes
Are too personal
He cant play them for anyone

When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
No one hears him now
So he stumbles through syllables, cut from their sentences
Lost letters call to him, deep in the alphabet
“Please give us meaning”

Pose for me now
You’re the broken heart
You’re the sigh in the back of the throat
And on the other side
You’re the queen of spades
You’re the sound that she makes on her way

Theres always a way out
Theres always a way out

When hes all alone, the lovesong writer sings
Ooooh
Can anyone, hear me now?
But no one hears at all
The lovesong writer sits all alone
When he hears the sound of the knock at the door

50 red roses, falling apart
In the hands of someone that you scraped in and left behind
All of the others strolled up and showed up at your door
Staring you down, they said:

Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
Sing for me, sing for me, sing for me now
We already are

xx

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