Roses Ass
Open Twenty Four Seven With Maryam Pass
Vantass Open To Everyone Else
carcinogenetifag asked: IT'S FAIRLY RELIEVING TO SEE YOU'VE TAKEN THAT DUMB "ASSAHOLIC" TITLE OUT OF YOUR DESCRIPTION.
Its Fairly Relieving To See Out Of All Things We Could Comment On Ever You Choose Assaholic
For That I Am Going To Put It Back
carcinogenetifag replied to your post: carcinogenetifag replied to…
GO AHEAD AND TRY.
I Would This Moment If I Hadnt Shattered The Object That May Or May Not Have Been Responsible For This Quote Unquote Transformation
Quickly Go Appearify Me A New One
Ah
Why, Miss Maryam. What a delight.
To Revel In The Memories Of Recent Times We Have Done This
To Attempt To Count Them On Every Hair Upon Your Flaxen Head
What Time Wasted In Such Pursuits
While With Said Time I Could Verily Be Pursuing Your Ass
I think we need to own up to the fact that we are all irretrievably gay. Might I suggest we put your chalk to some use and decorate the compound… Nay, the whole meteor, in rainbows? Or perhaps we should pool our secret stashes of DVD musicals and intimate lubricant into a communal collection?
Rose I Would Rather Start Breaking Knee Caps In Order To Acquire Everyones Secluded And Guarded Literature Than Go Through The Hassle Of Searching One Of These Fifty Million Treasure Chests For A Tube Of Smelly Oil
(Source: dstridersblog)
ONLY AFTER YOU’RE LESS ILLUMINATING. OH. WAIT.
The Moment I Find Out If This Is Transferable You Are Next
You
Are
Next
HOLY SHIT INDEED.
You Shut Your Crybaby Mouth
fuckuimkawaiiashell replied to your post: Ah
welcome back
At First I Was Put To Think That This Was Some Very Elaborate Joke
Reanimation Does Things To A Lady
But It Seems As If I Am Communicating With More Than My Secluded Handful Of Friends
Holy Shit She Whispers Thoughtfully Into The Abyss
Holy Shit The Abyss Whispers Back
Ah
Of traveling light upon the spindles of the stars wound us,
The great winds upon the hills in hollows swirled us,
into what currents the hollow waves and crested waters,
Molten veins of ancestral rocks wrought us
In the caves in the graves entangled the deep root of us,
Into what vesture of memories earth layer upon layer enswathed us
Of the ever-changing faces and phases
Of the moon to be born, reborn, unborn, of sun-split days
Our arrivals assigned us, our times and places
Sanctuaries for all love’s meetings and partings, departings
Healings and woundings and weepings and transfigurations?
