There is still hope. We can recover, we can return to normalcy, and beyond that to greatness.
I have no idea how, exactly, without some form of a Reckoning, but I think we all sense that, and maybe look forward to it. Just gotta get through it with minimal losses on our side and maximal losses on theirs.
I guaran-damn-tee you that otherkin tumblrinas will not ultimately survive contact with the real world, and I hope I live long enough to see that.
How about some booty in lycra?
I miss the beach.
Posing practice, pretty smile.
The plates make this workout-related.
The angel of the dangle.
Checking for that thing y’all are going to claim she has anyhow.
I wish my delts looked this defined.
And that’s a poat. Go bend Monday over and spank it like the naughty secretary who forgot to put cream in your coffee.
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