picking-lilies: They should deliver ice cream to your house. Not like an ice cream truck. I mean classy Ben and Jerry’s shit.
bonfireweather: Do you ever feel like getting naked and lying in a pond because this is a real feeling for me.
picking-lilies: I’m in the allergists office and this woman asked a guy where he got his shirt and he just won’t shut up. “I have another shirt that said muggle,” ”Hogwarts is my second home.” “I’m a big kid, that’s probably why I can’t find a wife.” He’s like forty.
picking-lilies: A few days ago, I woke up, and I was zonked and totally out of it. I felt this thing next to my face. So I freaked out and tried to move it, then I realized that it was an ARM. Panicking from not being able to move my arms, I flailed and tried to get it away from me. Of course, not realizing it was my own dead arm from being asleep for over eight hours, It moved with me. After a...
vegay: boyfriends are a myth made up by pretty girls
picking-lilies: My boyfriend sometimes looks through my blog and still likes me. This must be what real love feels like.
professionaldreamcrusher: a-creeper-snuck-up-and: 1rd 2th 3st this post makes me extremely uncomfortable. Ferd Secondth Therst
There was a time, a little while ago. Where I was...
toxic-exposure: picking-lilies: kat-in-a-grey-hat: picking-lilies replied: ARE YOU SURE
picking-lilies: “My thoughts were dancing across the room sending sparks of ambitious dreams floating about as they went. They cascaded across walls and fell to meet the floor pivoting in their delicate nature. My thoughts were not ordinary in any sense of the word, nor were they anything unlike what you may think yourself. My thoughts were ravenous and detached, they disembarked on adventures...