They call me The Boy Kisser

it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side

ohhhhhh my godddddddd you saw someone wearing really tight revealing pants in public? should we throw a party? should we invite goody proctor

and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business

under my tyrannical rule all characters will be on the aroace spectrum

currently liking the character so much that all I can do is pace around my darkened house saying "they make me die"

it's always "why do you pace so much" and never "how was the pacing was the pacing fun"

having unwashed hair will have you believing shit like i can’t be saved

having an oc you're obsessed with feels good as fuck

Oh, so cheesed!!! ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

logging onto tumblr like heyyy i'm thinking about the same character i've spent the past few weeks thinking about. no change here. just wanted to let yall know

has anyone seen my pet bacteriophage its name is styrofoam and its about [hand touching the floor] this tall