The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
The term “polyamory” doesn’t mean anywhere near as much to me as the basic tenet of being open to spontaneous ecstatic Angelic romantic experience wherever I might find it. You can fall in love with someone for a weekend or a quarter of your life or 5 minutes or 10 million years and all of this is beautiful. Love comes in so many more prismatic colors than I ever thought possible, and the further I go, the more I let in, the more of them I can see.
What I’m saying is, drop I love you on the first fuck if ur feelin it. Don’t be a pussy.
