This is still more or less my design

Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else

Girl you are an obligate carnivore

her ball

You have turned this glory hole into a hole of dishonor and you must leave immediately

BABY DOES NOT NEED SMOKO

also part of growing up is realizing that the embarrassing music you liked in your early teen years still goes hard as hell

y’all my friend decided to investigate what was blocking their drain system and you are not prepared for the answer

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man