every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
Things I Need
- good skin
- a tall boy that will worship me and tell me i’m pretty