Jay Jay the Jet Plane Official

they should invent a cigarette that gives you vitamins and hrt and shit

TESTOSTEROEN CIGARETTE BEING SMOKED BY A BUTCH DYKE OUTSIDE THE BAR SHE SHOTGUN THR SMOKE INTO MYMOUTH I GET SO HARD I PASS OUT SMASH MY HEAD AND DIE

sorry that was meant for the tags

it’s okay. You’ve painted a beautiful and true picture

June tomorrow you know what that means

friend asked me today “can you get cancelled on tumblr” and i realized that they really have never been on here

i've been phasing the phrase 'google it' out of my vocabulary and going back to 'look it up'. fuck you youve lost your generic trademark privileges

I have GOT to stop spending $30

wish $20 was $20 again.... it's literally $5. if ur fucking lucky

Hey guys you know cnc isn’t just “rape roleplay” right? Giving your husband permission to initiate sex without asking is cnc. Asking your gf to wake you up with a bj is cnc. Agreeing to down a bunch of drinks before you see your friend and have sloppy drunk sex is cnc. Suggesting your partner surprise you with one of your sex fantasies is cnc. “Forced” roleplay is totally cnc obviously, but so is any time you’re giving consent to a sex act that you won’t be able to explicitly consent to in the moment. Acting like that’s not the case shows a concerning misunderstanding of what consent is and how it actually works.

I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.

I was going to be like "well that certainly was not true cause you deactivated" and then I looked at the blog and. that's literally my old blog.

it feels like we're all simmering. someone turn us over. someone stir us.