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SO CUTE

My boyfriend has a magic eye book in his bathroom. It’s appropriate cause you can strain your eyes while you strain your asshole.

The part that I had sex on was flat.

Let’s hear them.

When I was younger, I liked climbing on top of buildings.

On top of a church, inside an elementary school, on the hood of a car during a meteor shower, in a ditch.

I have premenstrual dysphoric disorder, and sometimes it reallllllly fucks me up. It’s usually just a mild sense of dissociation, but if I’m under a lot of stress, it can border on depersonalization.

Hi I hope you’re having a good time with your mom thank y’all so much for my sweet dreams I love y’all and miss y’all too then I got stuck in a loop of love y’all and miss y’all. ??‍♀️

Four live corgis and one dead corgi puppy

Is that West Virginia’s state song? It should be.

Take them out in the yard, burn them, and then buy a new piss colored couch.

Thanks. I need the support.

Oh man, libraries. <3 I grew up with a library in our house and loved it.

She birthed a Kardashian, so she’s set.

Absolutely. I like velvet/velour couches, and the dehydrated piss yellow color is really attractive to me. My parents had a similar couch that sat in a barn for years when I was a kid, and I’ve always wanted one.

I’ll let you store my couch until I buy my house?

It was the literal worst

I just spent like 45 minutes looking at couches for a home that I don’t own (yet). That’s completely normal, right?

That goddamn lion king game on sega genesis

Sorry you had to get up early AND go to a funeral. Both of those things suck.

Oh, I’m well aware. ? I’m going with my boyfriend, so you’re pretty dead on.

I lifted up a container of coffee this morning and found two of the stinky little fucks just hiding out in the darkness. What do? It’s much worse than just the two. I keep finding them everywhere, and my dog keeps eating them. She always reeks of stink bug. My cats try to catch them, but they visibly gag at their smell. Today though, they took siege of something that is very sacred: morning coffee.

Same.

I don’t really have boobs, but even still, they’re worth more than plastic beads. These titties need pearls. One time I flashed a guy so that he would buy me a hotel room in pcb. Not a bad deal.

Done. Sounds delicious. Rum is my alcohol of choice.