Where are the real men, the ones who used to send love letters and would formally ask you to be their girlfriends? The ones who wouldn’t dare talk to you sexually before marriage because that wasn’t how you spoke to a lady? Now all I get are dpics and “do you send?” messages, there are no real men left and it’s pitiful. Someone create a time machine back to the 50s, I don’t want my rights I just want true love.
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aphrodite 2500 bC
“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence”
— Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince
Felt cute, might delete later: #me depicted as St Jerome: I’ve always liked the story of him and the lion
M, late 50s, England. I’ve recently discovered that I have some kinks: call me "Daddy" if that works for you, or call me “Professor.” Under 18 and ageless blogs will be blocked.
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