"Because it's just naughtier through the back door..."
I get bored. Guys are hot. Shit is funny. Tumblr is my new religion.
Ask Me.
Twitter.
Facebook.
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I need Hot Cock Sauce in my mouth now.
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When someone asks what me and my friends did over the weekend
I have really good dreams. Honest. I just don’t remember them.
EVERY GODDAMN TIME! Someone invent something that records dreams already… as a narrative, like little novellas you can read after the fact.
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STORY OF MY LIFE
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My thoughts exactly.
This is terrible
YES! Finally brought to a visualization.
God dammit. Actually I wish my field of vision only had three floaters in it. Add about six or seven more and welcome to my world. Now if only someone can get the halo from an ocular migraine.
Immediately just became aware of them all when I saw this.
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…every day this week.
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Finally, a diagnosis.
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Unfortunately timeless.
GPOY- The “CANNOT EVER LET MY BOYFRIEND SEE MY EMBARRASSING TUMBLR POST” Edition.
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I think I first realized that my family was “poor” when I was old enough to recognize the difference between my family’s Halloween decorations, consisting of dollar store paper cutouts sticky-tacked directly to exposed drywall with a bowl of off-brand candy by the door, and all my friends’ houses, which looked (and smelled!) like the Martha Stewart fall catalog.
I loved those paper cutouts.
True story.
Dating online. Personality? None.
A common occurrence…
