wink wink

put me in ur pocket next time u leave

listening to fleetwood mac is like. i don’t know this song but let’s give it a shot. oh wait i do know this song. i’ve heard it a million times and always liked it, i just didn’t know the name. on some level i kind of assumed that song was just an ambient part of the world the way the sound of the wind or birdsong in the trees was but apparently it’s by fleetwood mac. neat.

Yeah but i feel like i would get lonely without the torturer coming in here and doing those horrible things to me

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

i dont care if Monday's lit. Tuesday Wednesday touch my clit. Thursday i don't give a shit. it's Friday I'm in love

woke deadbeat father: i'm just going to get some oat milk

who is dick grayson

"all you ever do is complain" that's not true. I also resent.

i love megan thee stallion because well i have eyes and ears and a working brain