right now i just feel like losing 15 lbs. fuck off.
gonna start menstrual clots anonymous: for those who are insecure or scared of their cycles & how to embrace the thick bloody uterus lining that physically represents a collection of our womanhood
i like when objects are referred to as slutty. “you fucking slut recliner - just pop your footrest for any ol’ person”
listen up, are there any ladies who need a thin, middle eastern long-schlonged shag partner? or a mysterious male who is pale & edgy*? (this one costs $). you should be in the philadelphia or new york area. email me @ email@example.com.
*willing to have encounters with men & women
i keep trying to take a picture alright? is that possible without my glorified MJ tshirt judging me at every pose. I JUST WANT TO EXPOSE MYSELF. DON’T LOOK DOWN ON ME FROM HEAVEN WITH SUCH DISDAIN.
if anything you should frown upon my mother who just farted in bed - a really squeaky one too, high pitched “hehe” even.
she said “leave me alone” after her little eruption. i’m still dying.
understand that my hands are really greasy, and i’ve consistently smelled my crotch every 5 minutes for the past hour. true life: i am diseased
what does queue do in terms of my benefit??? shit. i don’t queue. i blog real time bitches. if i disappear for a month that’s the way the titties tumble, okay. lick it up.
i miss when my vagina used to throb uncontrollably, ahhh my youth
tongue sore for no reason. temperature at least 1000 degrees. sweating from my legpits. frizzy fro lock hair has created a nest for pigeons. hunger is the least of my problems.
get with it. some portion of my time is spent following a trail of bread crumbs from bloggie to bloggie reading pages of human depravity and a lot of life’s chunky vomit
i was gonna take a picture of my pizza, but i ate it.
i do not like when i cannot contact my person
want to kill everyone
i keep clicking refresh waiting for fb not to be boring
don’t worry my weird overshadows your boring
my mom said i have to throw out the can of blood, or she’ll strangle me - this is my reaction:
i think my finger is going to fall off. it looks pretty narsty. it smells too. like dead gerbils.
why did i post a picture of myself. i’m too lazy to tag things. what. don’t stare at me.
so cullen has a band with malcolm, and they’re going to go on tour after i graduate, so i can monitor the drug habits & feed the audience my menstrual clots.