Basorexia: a strong craving or hunger for kissing.
I am blessed with basorexia. In senior kindergarten my teacher called my parents to complain that I kept smooching during circle time. I suppose it seemed like a cuddly quiet time where a quick smooch would be appropriate, my teacher disagreed. I was an instigator of kissing tag, a champion of spin the bottle, the kind of girl in high-school who fucked no one but kissed everyone.
This video is porn to me. I’m barely out of bed but I’ve watched it a few times and I want to kiss at least 4 of these people and it’s making me wet and I wanna play this game! Hmph, when teleportation is a thing tumbl buddies we’re doing this okay? Okay.
(ED: After some research I have discovered that Anne Sorrentino (the gorgeous kissee and creator of the video) has a tumblr, check it out here.)
I really like this video actually
At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you.
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