And if a man in a dress shirt and sneakers mashing his foreskin upwind during urination upon yonder innocent lass, tweeting, “Soon I will be an integral part of your biography,” isn’t for you, here’s to you.
Bean cures hetero monogamy of squareness
flipping out total blond and brunette loser pal road trip butt munch style and going 80s rampage at their sperm.
A lady doesn’t need makeup unless it’s the war paint she’s putting on to end me.
Did you know mites are accruing primo destinies beneath my fur? Their spit glues each lover I’ve loved deeper into the next. I am a different, lesser value cajoled of that saliva. The trophies I
The American stillborn sense of justice has worn its grave so truthfully all things pious count no more and didn’t then. We want poignant documentaries, exposes of humanitarian needlework to rally
FIRST GINORMOUS MONSTER GIFS DO THEIR GALL ON CITIES LIKE THE CONSTANT PENETRATION WE KNOW WE PARSE AND THEN ROBOTS CHILDREN HAND THEIR SHOES TO FUCK YES THEIR LITTLE SHOES BY COMPARISON TO HOLY
Dearest Aubrey,
Thou hovereth - petite creature, mosaically charmed, whose eschewal doth blemish my undeserving metabolism - stroked betwixt channels what-have-you, tugged bestrewn through
Note to critics: Nicolas Winding Refn is your better.
Remember being mammalian in the friar patch?
Remember your best reserve for slattern hells?
Remember being mammalian?
This gizmo stuck in my fuss like a picnic,
