Thinking About Cater Diamond

gonna be honest i don’t know how many more ‘enter the 6 digit code we sent to your phone’s i got left in me

these hips don't lie, and those hips don't tell the truth. how do you navigate out of this labyrinth

my dead wife. the ad free internet

my dead wife. the ad free internet

my dead wife. the ad free internet

Nothing has done quite so much damage to my internal vocabulary as the construction #MyNoun. I don't remember if it was from that "tour of my jar, this is my twig #MyTwig" or if it was from "inappropriate attachment to objects, my tuube #MyTuube" but either way it was one of you fuckers on here. I do it every time there's my noun #MyNoun

nothing as fuck nice bunny bonday

it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side

ohhhhhh my godddddddd you saw someone wearing really tight revealing pants in public? should we throw a party? should we invite goody proctor

and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business

not everything is getting worse. at least you don't hear high hopes by panic at the disco every day anymore