you do not have to be good. you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
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⠀ drooping for a brief moment like a wounded puppy but that doesn't stick long.
❝ one day i'll get a smoking buddy that sticks... ❞ she mumbled with a sigh. perking back up.
❝ you like... some sort of corpo bodyguard .ᐣ ❞
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A gentle sigh, as she prepares to answer Omi’s question.
“Warrior’s a decent way to put it. Also, I did just say that I also don’t smoke. So, as much as the offer enticed me, I’m gonna hafta decline.”
Kyousa spoke, reiterating that she isn’t interested in Narcotics at all.
want him so fucking bad bro. I need my ghoul netrunner bf man. bro look at him bro. no ass, fucked cut, slutty waist. fuuuuuckk bro I need him to shove his gun in my mouth