it’s nine in the afternoon and my thighs are the size of the moon
*chillin wit my smart hoe*
me: bae whats the temperature of the sun?
her: 10 million degrees
me: ur so sexy when u know things
not sure what it is about tiny bows on bras and underwear but theyre neat as hell
in russian they dont say “i love you” they say “пожирать плоть капиталистов” which means “we are one and the same” and i think thats beautiful
could you please fill out this quick survey for me?