#draftsposting

Smoking the shit that gave Kate her bush

shipping hercarver is pointless because 1. it’s just true and 2. i’m not anywhere near as interested in them as they are in each other so thinking about it really feels like i’m walking in on something. like. oh sorry, excuse me, i’ll go

kissin you real sloppy while you whine into my mouth that it’s too deep. soft warm lips pressing together and coming apart like you’re saying something meaningful. and what is it that you’re whispering anyways as i’m pushing further into you? it doesn’t take long for me to realize. it’s a prayer. how fucking precious. oh you’re praying now? you’re religious now? maybe i ought to fill that mouth, huh. where’s your rosary, baby? or did you get rid of that too when you realized you’d rather give your will over to me than a god who pays you no mind

having friends is soooo scary what if i drop them and they shatter..... EGGS sorry i was thinking of eggs