letting my mom watch queer eye was a mistake. she just walked into my room, pointed at some clothes on my floor and said “hey. what would tan say about this???” and i just shuffled over to pick them up like a sad child cause i would want tan france to be proud of me :( fuck :(

Tracy Hardenburg - TMH designs, Dallas, TX.

where is he. i know he’s there where the fuck is he.

the more you look at this picture the more of him you’ll find im losing it

my kink is being a meaningful part of someone’s life

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

oh my god i just killed it in the mcdonalds drive thru

she heard my order exactly, i didn’t stutter, no uhhhh from me. clean, normal human interaction, just a fluid conversation. so cool