Do not scold me about masturbating. I am not ashamed. I will hold up the implement. I will say, yes, I use it on my clitoris. I will tell you I mostly use my hands and what will you do now? Cut them off? When I am telling you this I will be holding my hands up like they are flat on a window pane. Like my face is fogged behind them. Like I am looking for a way out. I do not self-come to...
i am also getting as asdf tattoo
The haters are trying to creep up on our Urban Dictionary dominance. http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=369
I don’t know when the all of his teeth fell out. The pulpy black holes. One day they just showed. I used a tongue to know them. MY tongue. Slipshod and devine, the ways it would feel them. Hot deep holes. In a trance was I. And he asked me. So many times. COME INTO MY MOUTH but with small. A smallness that took in grains, so tiny was it. I delved then. Under his command. My food...
A 33 tattoo or an asdf tattoo. I’m thinking forearms. Figure it’s the only parta me aint gonna stretch too bad in these later years.
i will get a 369 tattoo if xtx does.
The more colorful males puff their shiny necks and drag their tail feathers on the ground to impress the ladies. Not really different than humans. But there is a limit to how much someone can improve through encouragement. Criticism — and accepting criticism — is required. For example, I feel like I am always clipping my nails. They never stay clipped. Ever. And the kiss in the ear hurts. It does....
When I win the Mega Millions tonight I will buy a publishing house and publish my book and all my friends’ books and pretend like that is not the wrong way to do things. Or maybe I will just pay those publishing dudes to publish all our books all secret like hush hush and pretend THAT is not the wrong way to do things. Or maybe I won’t do that at all. Maybe I will just give my friends a small...
Dear Internet, What my nigga rotts said
Dear Internet, I know I haven’t been around much but I have to tell you that I needed the space. You can be a little too much to handle sometimes and, quite frankly, you are a bad influence on my life. No, I’m not talking about all the porn. That’s fine and useful. One of your better traits, actually, so thanks. But … well … I think we need some space....
I was like, no, I can’t go to this advanced screening with celebrity Q&A because I have Zumba. Also, it takes two hours just to get to Hollywood during rush hour. DELETE I keep having this thing where I can’t breathe. It’s always in my car. Sidebar: When did Lindsay Lohan start looking like a precursor to 70 year old Joan Rivers? Why is her face so fucked up? Wasn’t she supposed to be...
We stood together, but there was always an easy space for a third. Like an unconscious place holder. So easy for a bullet from o-hi to the oh, to slip in, drink first, taking care to not puncture the pretty girl with the dark, dark eyes. She is important. A sweet thing feeding our boy what he needs to survive. Her, a nectar. Not that he is a hummingbird, too bulky, he is simply something...
I was not afraid of losing her which is what made it so good when things were good. I could be myself, unworried. She was ripening. “There are so many people in the world who are happy and don’t deserve it. We can’t let them beat us.” Not being afraid of losing her was also the thing that ended us when things ended. I was stupid then. The reason why love is a choice is...