#cuntryjunkie

[plumspit]

fucking-that-old-man-core

[riyuexingchen]

neat, petite, & ready to eat ⟡𓌉◯𓇋₊˚⊹♡

[yestolizzygrant]

[redfieled]

CHRIS LEE ( @cuntryjunkie) SENT CLAIRE A TEXT MESSAGE [TXT]  :  you  left  your  jacket  here  last  night.

[SMS:  CHRIS.   SENT:  9:10AM ]  i  left  in  a  hurry!  i'm  sorry.  [SMS:  CHRIS.   SENT:  9:11AM ]   i  had  to  take  an  important  call. [SMS:  CHRIS.   SENT:  9:11AM ]  do  you  mind  if  i  called  over  this  evening  to  get  it?

[emotionealie]

@cuntryjunkie gets a one liner!! 30. glory and gore by l.orde.

"glory and gore go hand in hand," she laughs, looking at chris' sick scar. "that's why we make headlines, right?"

[positivelys]

for @cuntryjunkie, who is truly my soul mate in many ways. i deeply value the way we build worlds together, the realism in everything you do (even when that seems unlikely), and how we can support each other through everything that comes our way. you’re a true talent, your concepts are exciting, your mind boggles me and you are one of the most giving and kind people i know.

[recastin]

“dude, i can't fit half an ass cheek in these no more. you said 40 would be fine.” as you requested. me @ ur service.

‘ i didn’t say it would be fine. ’ i didn’t say it would be fine. i said- ‘ i said it’s what i would do. ’ and those jeans look like a crime scene. i lean back over the counter and in my head (SOLELY in my head) let the My Bad sit there. ‘ they still look wearable if you commit to a very specific lifestyle. like cyclist. or divorced dad who got into running. i don’t know your journey. ’ i don't give him the chance to look unimpressed; opening up the machines to return change is such a fuckin hassle with that minuscule key that bends when you turn it. not on my watch. Never on my watch.

' 𝓪lso, the Laundromat is not legally responsible for advice given by employees who are just kinda saying stuff. ’ a bea𝓽. ‘ that’s in writing, by the way. right there. ' i point to the sign whereabouts. it does not say this, but that's between me and you. ' between no smoking and bathroom key bites. ’

[schmonyschmawk]

"lee!" lola squeals across the hotel lobby, arms throwing above her head as she bolts for him, jumping at his frame without much consideration for if he catches her or not. she's missed him, a lot. even if it's not been long since she'd last seen him. but things were hectic, and they'd had various sponsors pulling them this way and that. once hugging him, lola presses her mouth to his ear and blows the biggest raspberry she can imagine, that no doubt feels like it's busting his eardrum. "where've you been, dickwad?"

@cuntryjunkie has returned.