I am just a girl.
A girl of very strong passions, and, while I am stirred by them nothing can equal my impetuosity. I forget all discretion, all feelings of respect, fear, and decency; I am cynical, impudent, violent, and fearless; no feeling of shame keeps me back; no danger frightens me; with the exception of the single object which occupies my thoughts; the universe is nothing to me. But all this lasts only for a moment, and the following moment plunges me into complete annihilation. In my calmer moments I am indolence and timidity itself; everything frightens and discourages me; a fly, buzzing past, alarms me; a word which I have to say, a gesture which I have to make, terrifies my idleness; fear and shame overpower me to such an extent that I would gladly hide myself from the sight of my fellow-creatures. If I have to act, I do not know what to do; if I have to speak, I do not know what to say; if anyone looks at me, I am put out of countenance. When I am strongly moved I sometimes know how to find the right words, but in ordinary conversation I can find absolutely nothing, and my condition is unbearable for the simple reason that I am obliged to speak.
And smooth fem bodies.
Those foolish cock-specific profile pictures.
Unless you have a dick on top of your shoulders (this is common, no?) then why is your profile picture a bulging, veiny, and otherwise offensive looking cock? Yuck!
The dark ones.
Uploading pictures and videos
for a very select audience.
Lana Del Rey and Lady Gaga, duh.
The dark ones.
About my Partner
I have a lover. One day we might risk another. (fingers crossed!!)