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if i look back, i am lost
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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i don't do bad sauce passes
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@firstofeverysleeplessnight
yet another sign why i just shouldnt bother anymore.
I lowkey (but rlly highkey) need affection right now
Story time: I went to boarding school and one day my dad sent me a letter and told me to open it in the dining hall so I was like ??? maybe he sent something for my friends too. So I take it to dinner and open it, and it turns out it’s a card. A record-your-voice card in which my dad recorded himself yelling at the top of his lungs about how my dog pooped on the carpet. And that is the story of how my dad sent me a Howler one day.
Saying you child is your “kid” is an insult to goats everywhere.
I’ll insult moms everywhere. Fight me Pam.
Fuck you, Barbara
You want to do this now, Helen?
Oh it is on Brenda
Eight o clock after the PTA meeting, Joan
Uhm, my kids will be going to
bed at 8, Sandy, because unlike SOME mothers I put my children to bed at a responsible time!
Don’t you bring my kids into this, Janet
I’m opening ‘50 Shades of Grey’ to a random page and posting what I find. Part four.
Christian Grey stood on top of the end of the bed, shirtless, hands on his hips, wearing really good pants that he got at the millionaire pants store.
“Dong,” he said. “Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong.”
“What’s that?” said the girl, aware in some girl way that she was about to sex more than she ever had before.
“Open up,” he said, unzipping. “That’s the fuck doorbell.”
I’m honestly not sure if this is a joke or if it’s actually from the book
“That’s the fuck doorbell.” If the book is like this, I’ll read it.
beautiful blog full of baby animals!
If I ever offend you or your culture
Politely have a conversation with me about it.
Educate me.
I know my struggles I would never intentionally disrespect yours.
I love to know the history behind words and culture that I never knew before, it never has to be an offensive conversation that gets neither of us no where.
We are all ignorant to something, but it doesn’t have to start a war.
I just want attention and alcohol.