dude wait. what if we got really close together so we feel safe

I am chronically online but not in a way that keeps me informed #mybubble

bus is my friend. shes no train but shes trying her hardest in a world that hates her

i have GOT to pee more

THIS IS A UTI POST NOT A PEE FETISH POST THIS TIME

stop calling it a girl dinner and call it by its formal name: Fend For Yourself dinner in an ingredients household

you really cant be buying cheap toilet paper as a bushed up warrior because it always leaves your pussy a crumb sandwich

person (non-practicing)

do you want to play dead bodies with me

floats along your dash face down and quiet and cold

Ok so thanks for voting on this but i need you to reblog it too

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

i dont know much about how phalloplasty works but i have to imagine that it involves a pottery wheel and spinning you really fast and fingering you until your clit becomes a magnificent ceramic vase