i like my men how i like my tea

thrown in the boston harbor

I like my men like I like my wine.

Twelve years old and locked in a basement. 

I like my men how I like my meat

ground up and in the freezer

I like my men how I like my books

bound in leather

I like my men how I like my homework

spread all over the table

one on top of the other

I’m so done with this site omg

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mishaandhiddlestolemyovaries:

then went downstairs and continued life as normal in front of your parents

my parents were in the room

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erisolchibi:

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