my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think

I self administered black tea to the point of madness.

the irredeemable pervert implies the existence of the redeemable prude

le tour de france was funnier when the riders would stop the race to go raid the bars and bistros along the trail as fast as they could. imagine a horde of cyclists doped on endorphins (among other things) leaving a pub with beers and bottles of wine in their pockets. truly a stroke of genius to combine france's two greatest attractions, le tour de france + la route des vins. main goal of the tour: finishing alive.

*flirting* are you ever repulsed by ur desires

couragemongering

our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in