Month: March 2015

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ostracizedpoodle:

last night i went to cvs to buy lube, i was walking around looking for it and this lady came up to me and was like “can i help you find something?” and i’m like “lube” and she was like “no we don’t sell car stuff here” so i was like ummmmmm and she like “oh for like um” and she started to make this jerking off motion and i was just like yes

One time a certain someone sent me off to CVS to buy two tubes of lube, a bottle of shampoo, and a thing of mixed nuts. (Well, the first thing on that list, anyway.) The poor cashier was stammering and blushing. I think he thought I was going to enjoy a night of roasting nuts by the fire with a shampoo bottle up my ass,

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So I just really love the streaks of water on my butt in this one.

(This is an extra one, I’ve made up my debt to this commitment. :P)

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“He sees right through me, it’s so easy with lies
Cracks in the road that I would try to disguise
He runs his scissor up the seam in the wall
He cannot break it down or else it would fall.”

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“The summer memory that just never dies
We worked too long and hard to give it no time.”

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“But no one gives us any time anymore.”

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“I didn’t want to be the one to forget
I thought of everything I’d never regret
A little time with you is all that I get
That’s all we need because it’s all we can take.”

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So somebody (me) is super behind on 365 photos, and I apologize. It’s been the craziest week ever. I tried to do something special to make up for the absence, and here’s a teaser. 

But some things: 

1. I am still mastering camera phone selfies. 

 2. I am cold, guys. 

 3. A slightly oversized t-shirt BALLOONS when wet, so it’s not quite having the clingy, barely there effect I was going for.

But, they’re all right.

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Star’s visiting Sir in his neck of the woods. Right now the two are out and having a good time. I miss them both whole whole lot, and especially miss being able to hang out together.

Pup’s out on a date with a girl today and I’m really excited for him.

But, like, here I am holed up doing work and generally being stressed. And I really miss – with regards to both of these circumstances – being the center of attention. 

/brat

vanessamoselle:

« Etre adulte, c’est être seul. »
de Jean Rostand

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idrinkyourtears:

I will always reblog waterboarding as sexual torture.

always.

Filed under scary, scary stuff I know he’s going to do to me one day.