finish this sentence: m
y body craves for the touch of mashed potatoes, the soft white flesh of the vegetable sliding over my body. i havent slept in fifteen days. only the beautiful rapturous gooey white semi solid plant matter inspires me to continue living. sometimes i like to imagine that the mashed potatoes have accepted me as their loving partner. oh can i dream.
What the actual fuck
accurate scientific research
Lookin like she bout to drop the realest bars of her life.
Knees weak, arms spaghetti
so someone hacked my school district’s site yesterday
blogging in church is so thrilling like did the dude sitting next to me see that throbbing cock? maybe maybe not i feel so alive
PARTY LIKE THE PAST TWELVE MONTHS WEREN’T EMOTIONALLY CRIPPLING
I was doing some gaming and my iTunes decided to interrupt me like a little french bitch