I love the female form. When it isn't disfigured with tattoos, horrendous piercings, implants, heavy makeup, and bad dye/bleach jobs, it's one of the most beautiful things on this planet.
God, I hate how most women look these days.
If only most women realized that they are beautiful just as they are in their natural state.
I hate being an agnostic. I want to believe, dammit -- I WANT TO BELIEVE!
Don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me.
I want to know and believe.
Is that better? =P
NO.
Possessed said:
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
Fixed(?)
DuracellEnergizer said:
Possessed said:
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
Fixed(?)
Ruined.
MAAAAAAYYYYYYYYBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEE!
EMOTION.
eMOTIVe.
Don’t do drugs, unless you’re with me.
Why does generalfrevious only post when I'm sober?
I wish more goth girls looked like this
rather than this
I’m still in love with my unrequited high school love. How fucking pathetic is that?
It’s not pathetic, but it does need addressed and it is something you need to deal with and move on from, with help if need be. I mean that nonjudgementally.
I’ve had seven beers so far today, and I have to be at work in about 2 1/2 hours. It’s a good thing I don’t work nights very often or this would be an every day thing…
I’m still in love with my unrequited high school love. How fucking pathetic is that?
真実
It’s not pathetic, but it does need addressed and it is something you need to deal with and move on from, with help if need be. I mean that nonjudgementally.
Consciously, I have moved on, but when I’m feeling especially moody – or drunk – my old sentiments reemerge.
Fact of the matter is, she’d become a very distant memory if I were just able to hook up with another woman. No luck with that so far.
Not possible. Not only have we not talked since 2004, but the last time I tried to get in contact with her, her mother had a peace bond filed against me.
Is it time for pizza? It’s time for pizza! Is it time for cheesy bread? It’s time for cheesy bread! Is it time for chicken wings? It’s time for chicken wings! Is it time for Hunger Games? No.
Ugh… it wasn’t time for any of those things… I realize that now. My stomach, my stomach, my stomach.
Just spent the evening at ballpark village in st. Louis with some family. I’m fufkinf shitface. Thank God for auto correct or this message would be complete gibberish
It’s payday once again, sumbitches.
You got a job?
No. Disability.