I dig this sentence that I stole from an agreement today: Words importing one gender shall include all genders, and the singular includes the plural and vice versa.
Tagged: valeria
Oser c’est faire = la devise du club de foot de ce mec = une serviette qui sèche sur une porte chez lui = une bonne devise pour dans sa tête quand on plaque quelqu’un
We go to bed he touches me makes me hold my arms straight up in the air and the blue t-shirt goes off and the sport bra falls on the floor I lay my head on the pillow he puts his mouth into mine to kiss it as if he were forcing his way into a fruit my eyes are shut can I get excited at the simple thought of doing it doing it yeah, the answer being no. I start unbuttoning my jeans we might as well do it quick.
Everything hurts, and tickles.
Can I run away now.
While his hands work on my body I see shoes, shoes with a wooden heel. The miumiu jacket I bought at a sample sales needs a few stitches where can I get it done it needs to be done properly if I have it done in Hackney then I’ll never get it right my cunt is dry like a
So I press my thighs together and grab his dick.
The human male starts to moan.
But eventually he manages to escapes and presses his face into my cunt.
I am, by then, cunt-trapped.
and so we did
But I can’t, so I end up taking a picture of his kitchen while he’s gone out to buy food for breakfast. Blurred pictures, here we go. Also took this interesting pic of his malfunctioning toilets. For those who like seeing the insides of things. 
I know, all you’re interested in is bodies and faces and sex. I swear I’ll try to do better on the week-end and go paparazzi my life a little.
I thought a blurred picture of this woman demonstrating colour awareness would be appropriate. But well, back to business. We’re not fashion bloggers. Are we?