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love island 4 the girls that are straight birds and scream over a man that is clearly not into them and 4 the men that wear bedazzled pants and shirts that say one english word across it and if they spill water on it, it will dissolve

smellin like cum dirt n peach oil. #FRESHSET!!!

stop rubbing your finger on my back we’re not cool like that.

i kinda wanna give up this gay life i have and become a overly botched mormon that soaks every friday.

i sometimes wonder if i’ll make it out alive.

got self tanner all over my vape

it won’t suck itself.

i want you. i want your bones. your body heat. the bite marks your teeth leave. to see how bad n beautiful those eyes look beneath me.

when your bottom bear asks if you have condoms in your louis never full - like sis!

a client of mine whom i haven’t seen in some time described me to several during her search saying the following “where is the girl that’s like a boy but kinda a girl but not a girl but is like such a girl where is she?? where did she go?” i ask myself the same. where did i go?

i miss the cold holy water dripping off my index finger as the smell of sage filled my lungs and ripped any feeling of hope i had.

doing some past life regression meditation to watch my husband die from tuberculosis on our tobacco farm - i don’t know the first thing about tobacco and his only want was me happy, great.

hitting my vape sipping watered down lemonade touching myself to his pictures while kim petras plays i have a lot to say i have a lot of emotions.