From my “shit you people have never heard of” list:
Released in 1966, Any Wednesday was already old by the time I saw it as a kid. One of our local TV station managers apparently felt that he needed to squeeze every dime from the licensing fee he paid for the movie, because he ran it in the afternoon, every Saturday for a month.… Read the rest “Any Wednesday (1966)”
I’ll never stop loving the fact that something this trivial absolutely fucking terrifies some otherwise badass bitches. The incongruity is delicious.
“Cut me, Daddy! Throw me down a flight of stairs! Punch me in the face, punch a baby into me, and then punch my code into the ATM so we can buy some Plan B and a cold compress!… Read the rest “It’s the little things that kill…”
sex, lies & videotape is:
Hm.… Read the rest “”
I know what I am
My mind is a battlefield for opposing factions and covert operations. Letting you in might get you hurt, or lost, or worse.
But then, that’s to be expected of love during wartime.
“I keep asking myself if I should stop. I should probably stop, right? It hasn’t gone too far. My priest told me it’s never too late. I can control this. It doesn’t have to happen. I can just— just let you go, and everything will be okay.… Read the rest “”
Some things you just have to find out for yourself.
Jesus, Tumblr.
“Long Blockchain Corp.”
Fuck it. I’m formally announcing that this blog will be henceforth known as “Blockchain Stories for Broken Girls.” Please forward all investment funds to my Paypal account.
truth in advertising
I don’t want to be a scold, but someone should point out that your pussy lacks accessibility options. That visual labeling only helps sighted molesters; blind users —-or sighted men who like working by feel— need affordances to ensure they can navigate their way up those long-ass legs to what is, I must admit, a very appealing cunt.… Read the rest “”
I wanna look like her pls
And we all want that *for* you.
But I’m afraid there’s no ass pretty enough to solve your problems.
… Read the rest “”Makes sense to me; it’s a waste of time, kissing a girl who needs to be handled.
Because yeah, if I’m brushing my lips over the whole of your body, I’m probably doing something gross like “thinking of your feelings” or “caring about your pleasure.”
