When your parents start looking through your...
No life. Ever.
Sharing Poetry: Michael Ondaatje, "The Time Around... →
sharingpoetry: A girl whom I’ve not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On her wrist it sleeps, smooth and white, the size of a leech. I gave it to her brandishing a new Italian penknife. Look, I said turning, and blood spat onto her shirt. My wife has scars like spread…
I thought bragging about getting high was for 14...
fistfights: Guess I was wrong.
I really need to find a guy with my interests.
Sick of the depressing shit which is currently...
but I hate the happy shit on my dash as well…………….lolwat
At 120 degrees, it was so hot in Australia that...
resplendentlyoverrated: sisterspock: amouremeline: One Koala entered someone’s house, looking for water and shade, and here’s what happened when the owner gave him something to drink. Why can’t Koalas just pop up at my house? I will nurture you forever.