theimperfetc:

katah96:

theimperfetc:

Well, I respect your opinion, and I’d like to respond to your views in a calm and rational wwwwwwwww……nope. Fuck that. It’s time for #20. Two dumbasses for the price of one in the twentieth episode of Rap Battles with Anonymous Whores! Hit. My. Music.

Rare that I get the chance to deal with a pair of cunts.
I’m ambidextrous though so I’ll beat you both down at once.

Read through for a bit, liked what I displayed?
Got scared when you saw real life is more than 50 Shades?

My girls know they’re safe, they’re much smarter than you.
Either of them runs circles around you ignorant two.

You wouldn’t be with me? Oh, that breaks my heart.
Maybe you don’t want the long walk to where the line would start?

You think I’m fake, maybe insecure in my masculinity?
Pretty sure the only thing real about you bitches is your virginity.

What’s left to prove? I think I’ve done it all.
But you’ve never been done without a lot of alcohol.

Shut your face, open your eyes, maybe you’ll finally see.
My girls do run, but they’re always running to me.

Don’t understand a little pain? Women that go against the grain? Look at me with disdain? Need me to help explain? What we do isn’t insane, we don’t live for the mundane. There’s one thing that’s inhumane, that your faces look like my Great Dane. Shut your whore mouths in my domain, now get the fuck out because here, I reign.

Two-for-one is my style, and I’m happy these ignorant whores hit the milestone of #20 for you all. Stay tuned, as long as the anon option exists, this show will never be over. Theimperfetc out.

This is great as usual, probably one of my favorites lol, but I’m really disappointed there’s no pic of the puppy you referenced 😦

Yeah, I know, should probably be a crime,

But there’s no pics to reference this time.

I know you’re curious,

Now don’t be furious,

But sometimes I make shit up just to rhyme.

Probably my favourite thing about your blog…never gets old. Those bitches have been told!

avouer:

“Maybe it was your brown eyes. Maybe it was your scent, maybe it was your hands, they were so common, but so original.
You were my happy place, you were my safe haven, you were my home.
But I guess, we move houses sometimes because of leaks and cracks, and it wasn’t the home that were damaged, it was my heart, it was my feelings for you, it was everything.”

— Excerpts from a book I’ll never write. (via avouer)

greyhairedcanuck:

firstloveisforeverremembered:

“I can resist anything, except temptation”

—

Oscar Wilde

Posso resistere a tutto tranne che alle tentazioni.
Oscar Wilde

Timing is everything

onlyreal-ladyk:

💋to bring happiness thats all I want to do💋

There
are things I am not supposed to want – because I am a good girl. Respectable. A
polite woman. And good girls, the respectable kind, don’t want to be overpowered
and grabbed from behind, thrown on the bed and tied up. Good girls certainly
don’t like being blindfolded and having a cock shoved down their throat while
their head is over the side of the bed, until they can’t breathe… while his one
hand is under your chin and the other in your hair…holding you there, cutting
off your air and making gagging noises while your pussy gets wetter with each
thrust. His moans and groans feeding your fire.

And
good girls do not crave the marks and bruises on their bodies. The purple
stinging breast that aches for hours afterward. The way it stings when your
nipple gets hard, which it does every time you think about his hands on you.

Good
girls do not want to be slapped, spanked and controlled. They would never ask
you to flog their pussy until you scream, not in pain, but because of the way
it ignites the spark in your body and makes you cum harder than before.  

And
good girls do not beg you to fuck their ass while you spank them… the
pleasure and the pain mixing until you can’t decipher one from the other. The
orgasm ripping through your body like an electric shock and obliterating your
sense of decorum.

Good
girls are not supposed to want to be defiled and used. These are things good
girls are not supposed to want. And yet I do. And afterward he wraps you in his
arms and tells you what a good girl you are, and it makes your chest ache in a
way that feels like you will explode. Because he sees you and accepts all of
you, even the things you aren’t supposed to want, and still He calls you his
good girl.