I want to be a roachified girl so bad I want someone to make me into their roachie gf
I want to be the greasiest nastiest girl ever, with a shitty haircut that you can Tell was done at 3 am with blunt scissors and hasn't been washed in a week. none of my anything shaved
a tank top that one of the straps keeps trying to fall off and leave a whole tit hanging out & whatever ankle length skirt was closest to me on the floor when I woke up OR since it's been 5 million degrees, black panties with full ass cheek coverage that leaves my bush hanging out the bottom esp the bush that's grown down my thighs
either bare face with no makeup or eyeliner that's smudged itself all over the place cause I don't use primer or setting spray and just gets touched up every few days & no other makeup. just drugstore eyeliner pencil & absolutely nothing else not even lip gloss. eye bags visible
I want to be someone's gross girlfriend so badly
only non roachie thing I would accept is those tooth gems cause I think they're cute and I could color coord them with my piercings. maybe I'd also accept a tiny green or black bow clipped into my greasy hair somewhere
gotta turn you into a greasy 2000s era scene girl get you a cute invader zim bow to go with your sparly teeth and piercings
honestly gross nasty greasy roach gf sounds So mood tho like i too wanna let my thangs hang loose donald ducking it in the hot summer heat
we gotta forcefemme you STAT the world needs more gross fail girl women
you bump into a stranger at the gas station and youre wearing a tank top and some sweat pants your hair is well decently well managed for once they ask where your bra straps at and as if possessed you just take off the whole tank top a thing you would never even consider doing under regular circumstances only to find that as you do instead of a flat chest you have pretty sizeable b cups and as youre getting it over your head you find your hair has grown extra length and volume poorly cut and greasy you can see yourself from the corner of your eye in the bowl shaped mirror hanging in the corner of the gas station looking more closely you can see youre wearing eyeliner and a cute little bow the stranger is no where to be found and you know you should but you cant be assed to put your tank top back on and the gas station clerk isnt paid enough to comment so you buy a popsicle and walk home topless
