he\they fabian grower of beans kicker of children

reblog if you dont have a bra on

i have out freaked every guy i have ever met

the feminine urge to dance around in lacy lingerie n oversized shirts nd makeout on someones lap

hey can u do me a favor and just bash my fucking head in as hard as possible with that big rock over there until my body goes limp

Self harming while listening to sublime

God gave his favorite sluts the worst knees

happy pride month to james potter and regulus black

me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

you knock on my door and hear loud barking and scrambling noises and me yelling "no!! down boy!! down!!!" and then when i open the door there is a single crab on the floor

I'm a real slut for fires, forests, and full moons.