I’m pretty sure there hasn’t been a day where at least one person hasn’t come thinking about me in years.
IDK that’s weird to think about.
I’m pretty sure there hasn’t been a day where at least one person hasn’t come thinking about me in years.
IDK that’s weird to think about.
Me up at 6 AM masturbating to Yolandi Visser’s hair: is it weird that one of my major physical insecurities is my ankles? Holy shit I think I just saw god.
Asking for a friend. My god this Victorian circus mood board is… Not something that has aided in my reaching climax over and over again for the past two hours
“THIS IS SO WRONG AND DARK AND UGLY AND FUCKED UP” *Fapfapfapfapfap*
and that’s what I’m going for with this story