>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.