And… done. simply glorious. except for the end, mostly cause the writing went awkward. eh, whatever.
arguing over the omega are we? Y’all are fuckin’ stupid.
thank god for happy endings. john isn’t nearly as much of a bitch as before.
oh, surprise bitch.
shit shit shit! omg yelling!
oh my god shit’s getting intense.
so fucking turned on right now. who knew I liked lace so much?
quality blog, quality life, quality ladies.
OMG MY COUSIN WAS FLIRTING WITH A GUY IN A BAR THEN DIDN’T GO HOME WITH HIM AND HE SENT HER THIS THE NEXT MORNING I’M FUCKING CRYING BOYS’ EGOS ARE SO FRAGILE
men feel literally this entitled to sex with the random girls they meet at bars
This fucking exactlyyyy
You won’t have sex with me? YOU’RE WORSE THAN HITLER!!!
Norman Rockwell reference photos alongside finished works
i love how we all just know