Such a babe. Unf.
Seconded.
girlcrush
This woman, though.
This woman.
This one not so much.
So, I now have the wee bittiest crush on Kayden Kross.
Which actually means I have a gigantic crush on Kayden Kross and I want to ride away into the sunset with her on her beautiful horse.
Whatever.
So, me and Pegs over here are going to run away and smoke some pot and hate the patriarchy and make amazing stankfaces.
This is a picture of India Reynolds, my girlcrush, holding a bunny.
Times can be tough sometimes.
But as long as stuff like this exists, there’s good in the universe.
That is all.
So, yeah, I have a crush on Allison Harvard. Partially because I love people unabashedly admitting to their own quirks (be they enjoying the sight of a good nosebleed or whatever else) and partially because she’s just plain gorgeous. I could handle less pictures of her where she’s infantilized, though.
And I want that dress. Please and thank you.
Dear Riley Shy,
I am developing a crush on you.
You make this face a lot. It makes me wet. You’ve also got this little hint of a Southern twang going on. This also makes me wet.
I just thought I’d let you know.
Best,
Ivy
Let’s pretend the perfect breasts aren’t there for a second. They would make my answer as to why I love this woman too obvious.
But let’s go over that little cat that ate the canary grin she pulls off time and time again in her pictures. Her cute little face. Her adorable little ‘tude.
She hasn’t turned up on here in a while. It’s probably because there are only so many ways I can say I want this woman to be my girlpet before it gets played. But, oh, it still rings true.