Days turned into weeks, weeks into months

>days turned into weeks, weeks into months...

>throbbing member

>stretched her legs

>days turned into minutes, minutes into seconds...
>soon time was inverted, and the more time went by, the less time passed

>his fleshy hardness pressed against her side

>the dizzying crowd

>bosom

>Their limpid eyes were like clear pools.

H-HOly...

>and but so wardine be cry

>unironically

name 8 essays

>"But why?" I asked. "I mean seriously: How did scrambled eggs get stuck with breakfast exclusivity? You can put bacon on a sandwich without anyone freaking out. But the moment your sandwich has an egg, boom, it's a breakfast sandwich.”

Where's that from? John Green?

was it borgesian?

>days turned into months, months into seconds
>i had no idea what the fuck was going on

How would you word it better, OP?

The rest of you too

>one thing led to another

I can suppose no one else...

"thyme parsed"

poast the tortillas yecarthy version plox

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This.