I usually don’t talk about personal drama stuff here because frankly, this isn’t livejournal and it isn’t 2002.
But my boyfriend and I are broken up until further notice I guess and it’s my fault and it sucks and I won’t be posting here while I figure some things out about myself and please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please (breath) please please please please don’t send me messages asking to hook up.
I used to be able to hear my neighbor cry all the time and it was the saddest thing.
A new neighbor moved in today and I proceeded to sob loudly for two hours.
WELCOME TO THE BUILDING.
I just whacked myself in the boob with the corner of my laptop.
My nails smell like strawberries and cream.
I will love nail polish gimmicks until I die.
Clever caption here.
(Source: airellia, via sloppysluttypartydyke)
My birthday’s in a month!
It’s an appropriate time to start getting excited, right?
My mom called me this morning to tell me she bought me a present so this is her fault.
Hanging out in bed topless (the way I do), I look down and notice a white smudge between my tits. These were my following thoughts:
Huh.
How did I get come there?
Oh.
It’s a feather from my pillow.
That makes a lot more sense.
Somehow in my internet browsing I ended up reading a Cosmo article about things to do with a naked man.
My favorite is “imply that he’s a stud” followed closely by “get naked too.”
Great tips, Cosmo! Thanks!
101 Reasons to Be Abstinent: #18 more time to spend online
Seems legit.
more time to spend online… looking at porn.
(Source: idontsleepbecauseof)
