Homosexuals---loneliness, approval, despair
Homosexuality is the same as heterosexuality-true love is hard to find, and the same sex is destined to bear more pressure under the general environment, and thus more anxiety, more cherishment, and more hesitation.
Just as not all positive emotions lead to positive emotions, love is full of negative energy.
In special circumstances, many people believe in love at first sight. That special situation is that love is pure.
However, human love is absolutely full of tyranny, cruelty, jealousy, self-protection, occupation, destruction, humbleness, depression, venting, weighing, scorching, and destruction.
So instead of being asleep in the name of love, it is better to love in the name of sleep.
Homosexuals and heterosexuals decide from the first glance whether they want to sleep rather than love or not. If you think it’s love, that’s okay. In the end, I still have to sleep.
The first time I saw it, it was depression. Depressed to the point that you don't even know that you have a desire: want to be close, want to laugh, want to kiss, want to touch, want to sleep. The so-called miss, don’t you think about these things? Everyone eats, drinks and plays mahjong, that's what friends do. Between lovers, there is always touch and stickiness.
What will happen to Erika Linder?
At first, I looked from a distance, then I exchanged eyes, then I breathed, and then my lips and tongue. . . Finally
Except for the first step, every step is a prerequisite.
Eye exchange
The world is inhumane and everything is a humble dog's eyes and someone can always touch you, the eyes don’t dodge, don’t panic, she looks at you confidently, you can’t help laughing at her, your heart beats so fast, how long have you not felt it? This is it?
breathe
Your lover is 5 centimeters away. She is either looking down, looking up, or looking up. There is only you in her eyes. Every time she breathes a dog's nose, you can smell the scent of eggs and wine. It surrounds you inexplicably traps you when you dare not move or look at a loss. Even the corners of the clothes I accidentally touched are trembling for fear that when I raise my head, it will be biological instinct-I really want to swallow her all, but I can only continue to suppress it, touch her lips gently, lick her tongue again and again. It’s the last moment who am I where I am, how do people think she’s too good at kissing
Career
Kindness is not stupid
Strong and fragile
Is my love
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