in a beezy ;)

in a beezy ;)

Melissa, shields, my pals mean loads, i swear far too much, don't care what i look like most of the time, probably drink waaay too much a person of my age should but fuck it, oh and whats classy?

in a beezy ;)

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is he asking for sex bc my pants just flew

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Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, the act of holding hands is often trivialised in its true implications. As the Beatles once said: ”I want to hold your hand”.