the worst is having a dream where someone loves you and you can practically feel them touching you and it feels so real and then you wake up and it’s like the life is being sucked out of you and the happiness just drains out of your body and you feel empty again
GIRLS ACTUALLY DO THIS
WHEN WE GET REALLY HAPPY LIKE THAT
AND CANT STAY STILL
AND GET A LIL BIT EMBARRASSED ABT IT
BOYS DO IT TOO
I CAN CONFIRM
This is true ^
THIS IS REALLY MESSING ME UP
WHAT THE EVER LOVING BOLLOCKING FUCK
MAKE IT STOP IM CRYING
australia gets christmas before america
but american gets freedom before everyone
but canada gets maple syrup before everyone
but hungarians open gifts on the 24th
eight fucking days of presents
gets paid for going to school.
Did we just witness a World Meeting?
I don’t reblog porn usually but this was really great and my followers can just deal with it okay
I hope I don’t get hate lol ;D
You call that porn?
Now this is some hot, NSFW action.
THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE
WOAH THERE THAT IS GRAPHIC
dirty dirty dirty
MY INNOCENT EYES
OH MY GOD THIS IS BACK
i am sorry tay i know you are killing me with your mind right now
this is my legacy and its not even the url i use anymore
If you’re going to get into an argument with me & you call me “hun” I will slit your knee caps & ship you to Antarctica
you don’t understand i would sell my firstborn to know how this story started
Well it all started when Mrs. Hayfer wanted me to babysit her dumb house. When I got the keys, I sat them on top of this pie that I found on the counter. I knew it was going to be given to the family for desert if I didn’t eat it soon, so I was going to plan to eat it in my teacher’s house and dump all the crumbs on her bed. So it’s a win-win, right? Besides, she wouldn’t find out about the crumbs until after I was paid, and this teacher hates me anyway. Then, I got distracted when this hot cheerleader calls me, asking about what movie I’d recommend, but before I could answer, I realize that my mom would be there any second to serve dinner, and there was no way I was sharing that pie. So I bust out of there with the pie and the keys, and the moment I get in the house, I start chowing down on the pie with my bare hands, trying to eat this thing before anyone knows I took it, right? Well, since the pie crust was dry, I chugged a 2-liter bottle of soda whenever my throat would get dry and eventually, I really needed “to go.” Only when I went to flush, the water wouldn’t stop flowing and there was no plunger to be found. Usually I’d just shrug and say it was Josh’s fault or something, but let’s get real here, Mrs. Hayfer would’ve blamed me about her toilet overflowing if I was 30 states away. So I jammed my foot in there, hoping it’d make the toilet stop flushing. Then my phone rings, and I knew it was my mom, asking where her pie went, and because Meghan decided it’d be a great idea to make my ring tone a bunch of cats meowing, Mrs. Hayfer’s dog, Tiberius starts freaking out, bashing into the door over and over again. Now anyone who knows this dog knows that this dog will happily eat anything, and that includes the pie, and probably myself. So my foot’s totally stuck in there right, I’m freaking out, the dog’s having a seizure and I still got half a pie left.
i feel it necessary to reblog since i just read that whole thing