Where was the condom?
I’ve just been mind-fucked. The Last Time They Met is a slight sequel to The Weight of Water! This just makes The Last Time They Met even more amazing. Oh, Anita- the things you do to me.
Why hadn’t I figured this out?
I’ve just been mind-fucked. The Last Time They Met is a slight sequel to The Weight of Water! This just makes The Last Time They Met even more amazing. Oh, Anita- the things you do to me.
Why hadn’t I figured this out?
I’m gonna reblog this until everyone in existence knows about this
If I had a boat I would sail to you, hold you in my arms, ask you to be true. Once I had a dream- it died long before. Now I’m pointed North hoping for the shore.
you are allowed to terminate toxic relationships
you are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you
you are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving
you don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself
THANK YOU
You don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself.
I get really defensive and competitive when I see other cars in the same color as mine because it’s not very popular and I know my car is the prettiest so I make a point of parking right next to them, like I saw an electrolyte green accent parked vertically at walmart a few days ago and felt like…
I am angered by other Parties; like, livid!
I’ve been watching Solved: Investigation Discovery; I’ve become convinced someone is trying to kill me. I’m afraid to leave for work at 3AM.
I need to go to Walmart to get a cash advance from my Walmart credit card. I went a little spend-happy last week and spent most of my money and now I don’t have enough for my car payment. I’m not even worried that I’m adding onto my credit card debt by getting a $360 cash advance- I’m deathly afraid of setting a foot on Walmart grounds. May The Lord and the universe be ever in my favor.
Not that I was a heavy drinker in the first place. I simply despise the feeling of being drunk and how your body hates you the next morning. I’ve turned to Austen, Jane Austen. And Mrs. Fields. I just read a Jane Austen novel when I’m feeling depressed and purchase Mrs. Fields cookies. I bought some Monday- 8 to be exact. My purchase total for 8 cookies was $14 USD, which is obscene, but I suppose it helps. Anyhow, I like to turn Austen’s novels into dirty, pervert stories. Right now, I’m reading Emma. The sexual tension between Emma and George is off the sexual tension radar. They’re so hot and heavy for each other, it’s foul.