My room inexplicably smells like chicken pot pie and it’s making me craaaaaaaaave.
I'm the book that beat the speed-reader, and I'm the card the dealers won't touch. And it's just not true I'm a man-eater; all the same, we should probably go dutch.
The things you pick up as you go.
I’m ready for you, stud-muffins. I want you inside of me. I need you inside of me. I want to taste your creamy frosting. I want you to fill me until I’m completely full. Oh, oh yeah. I know you’re that good. I’ve been wanting you for forever. Come on. Let’s do this. Life hasn’t been the same without you.
Food. porn. and dirty-talk. I want it.
i like finding these. the way the blue and pink pop out at you as you’re walking down the sand.
Ok, is it just me, or does this jellyfish look like a Chinese pan-friend dumpling in technicolor? Fuck. Now I want greasy Chinese for lunch.
WHY IS THERE NO DELIVERY IN THE COUNTRY.