Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
Do not look at yourself with disgust, you are a gift to this earth. You are beautiful, you are a light, an energy, an essence. You are nature herself.
handjobs are fuckin lame i can do that myself
you can scratch your own damn back but that doesnt mean it feels the same yo
i honestly tried to think of a witty response but i cannot damn that is a very valid point
this is the most civil ending to an argument i have ever witnessed on the internet