Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I’d give up my wifi,
To spend time with you
ARE THOSE DILDOS ON HIS FINGERS HELL NO GOODFUCKINGBYE
you’re worried about his dildo fingers and im trying to figure out who let this bitch wear high socks and flip flops
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
|—||F. Scott Fitzgerald, Winter Dreams (via asimetricna-vagina)|