No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough
when you unzip a guys pants while he has a boner does it pop up immediately like a wack-a-mole or does it slowly rise like dracula from his coffin
neither. the penis does not exist until you summon it through a series of mystic chants and riverdancing
i worry about the people on here sometimes
I like my men how I like my tea, thrown in the boston harbor.
i was meant to be born a spoiled rich white girl in manhattan but something went wrong idk