𝙍𝙐𝙉, 𝘽𝙊𝙔, 𝙍𝙐𝙉!

being horny is so fucking stupid. if you horny you’re immediately a dumbass. that person could literally just be wearing a t shirt and the sight of their collarbone feels like you just snorted a line of coke. god fucking forbid they wear pants rolled over their ankles. you’re foaming at the mouth and crounched on the floor like a fucking animal. you catch the sight of (1) toned muscle? flatlined. dead.

This also works for craving romantic attention. Like, they smiled? I'm in tears. Our gazes meet? My heart is fluttering. If I receive a single complement from them, I an proposing.

posts that make you understand repressed victorian gentlemen upon witnessing a fair maiden’s scandalously exposed ankle