Absent Mind_Ed
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Reblog if you’re a cuddler.
Most definitely. I’m always touching people. People i know. Otherwise, that would just be weird.
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BjørnBjörnBjorn: the thing about "the friend zone" is The guys who use that term a lot probably don’t feel they’re entitled to sex with you, they’re just shy/shitty at being direct, have low self esteem and are being frustrated and irrational when they say misogynistic things.
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A Little Space Inside My Mind: The Friendzone 
What is the “Friendzone”?
Here are some definitions that I collected:
1. What you attain after you fail to impress a woman you’re attracted to. Usually initiated by the woman saying, “You’re such a good friend”. Usually associated with long days of suffering and watching your love…
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(via shelikessexncomics)
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Diary of a Horny Girl: Hey men For the other dudes out there here is some advice from a females perspective.
ahornygirlsmind:
Just so you know, if you’re eating a girl out and the first thing ou go after is her clit.. you’re going it wrong.
That shit is SUPER sensitive and you can’t just go straight for it. Ease into that. And sucking on it in general is just a big old no.
Every time a guy dirty talks to me on here,…
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A simple embrace. That’s all he needed. Words were not required. He didn’t have to hear that everything would be alright. That things would get better. That tomorrow was another day. He wasn’t looking for reassuring words, a different perspective or logical reasoning. There was nothing anyone could say that would make a difference. No, not this time.
There was no need for them to be naked. He didn’t have to see her in that way at this particular moment in time. The way her body moved. The sounds she made. The reactions she provoked in him time and time again. He loved it all. He couldn’t get enough of it. More often than not there was a time and a place for it. Quite often the time and the place were not right or appropriate. That’s what made it so good. But no, not this time.
He needed to be in her arms. To feel them closing around him like the wide wings of an angel, protecting him, putting his mind at ease. He longed for her warm breath on his neck, her unruly hair in his face. No words or wild movements. Nothing would calm him right now other than her soothing arms engulfing his body and shielding his spirit from the world outside. To take him away for a few minutes to a place not visible but very real. A place where he could patch up his wounds, regain his strength and come back with renewed focus and determination.
All he wanted was her embrace. He needed it more than ever!
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THIS IS ME WHEN I GET MY RESET BUTTONS FROM HIM… I loooove them so much.
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(via girlsgeeksandglasses)
