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do you ever have a plan for the day and suddenly it’s 4pm and you’ve achieved literally nothing
anon hate is like the weakest thing ever. imagine anon hate in real life. imagine a stranger running up to you with a bag over their head and screaming at you. imagine that. thats anon hate.
On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.