ok let’s stop using the term “butthurt” we’re not 12 anymore
you sound fannytroubled
a little bootybothered if you ask me
someone’s having a little tushytantrum
Dont get too bootytickled.
uh oh! someone’s bumbummed

The Odessa calla lily which is a Zantedeschia mini dwarf color hybrid.
Odessa callas boast tall, upright blooms with a glossy deep purple/black hue
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Everything about this post is perfect. Because growing up is for losers.
and newbs
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Portland, Maine
Email: trustyourself@trustwatson.com
white ink <3
protip: if you cant remember someones name, just call them “old sport”
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I love laying between your legs while resting my head upon your stomach. From there I can look up at you and adore you. I can kiss your stomach and your hips and worship you. I can feel your breath as my head rises and falls. I can feel my skin on yours as our bodies scents mix. I feel so very safe and blissful there, nestled between your legs. Everything else fades away and all that matters is you, and being there with you.
When I was 10, I saw
my first episode of Law & Order, SVU
a woman screamed
and her pretty pink dress ripped
the scene cut to black but then
she sat in a station
hair mussed and mascara running
and she seemed broken
and empty
and that’s when I began to prepare
for the inevitable.