Intressant

"[...] some men [...] will say that Patricia's fantasy is no example of how sex can be enriched by sexual fantasy, for the simple reason that when a man goes down on a woman, it is not real or complete sex at all [...] If she were [given the full benefit of him] - if he were giving her a good old-fashioned man-into-woman fuck - she'd have no need to fantasize at all."

Nancy Friday My secret garden p. 31

Fantastiskt

Ron: It's beautiful isn't it? The moon.

Harry: Divine. Had ourself a little late-night-snack, did we?

R - It was on your bed the box. I just though I'd try one.

H - Or 20...

R - I can't stop thinking about her, Harry.

H - Honestly, you know, I reckoned she was starting to annoy you.

R - She could never annoy me. I think I love her.

H - Well, brilliant.

R - Do you think she knows I exist?

H - I bloody well hope so. She's been snogging you for 3 months.

R - Snogging? Who are you talking about?

H - Who are you talking about?

R - Romilda of course. Romilda Vane.

H - Okay, very funny. (Ron kastar chokladask). Ouch! What was that for?

R - That's no joke! I'm in love with her.

H - Oh fine, you're in love with her. Have you ever actually met her?

R - No... Could you introduce me?


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P.S Mer ledtrådar på låten: All of the boys and all of the girls are begging to F U C K me. D.S


Igen

Jag är full. Lördagen var fantastiskt. Tack alla som var med. Jag är så glad att terminen är över! Merci pour tout! J'aime tout le monde maintenant!

Låt

F U C K me

Den som kommer på vilken låt det här är vinner en livstid av respekt av mig

Sant

Att vakna tidigt på vintern är troligen jämförbart med att vakna levande begravd. Mörkt och jävligt ångestfyllt.

Diana från totallyeverything.blogg.se

Bumper stickers

What the fuck?!
MTWTFSS
It's almost weekend

You can't spell amusement
without USE MEN

Bitchy? Sorry I wasn't taught how
to say FUCK YOU politely

The leavy sarcasm in your voice
give me a sense that you are kidding

You're the
peanut to my butter
the star to my burst
the pop to my tart
the fruit to my loop
but most importantly
you're the best to my friend

(Till Helena)
Let's go do something we'll regret in the morning
but then repeat the following night

Sex is like math
Add the bed
Subtract the clothes
Divide the legs
And hope to God you don't multiply

I kinda miss the days before Twilight
Real boys sucked less...

Ciao!

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