Coffee at 8
So I met this guy. I know, it’s kinda cliché, but listen a minute. I was on my way home from work, minding my own business, when he just bumps into me. Completely not looking where he’s going. A total jerk. He looks up, looks me in the eye and says “I, er… Sorry I’m totally somewhere else.” Yeah? No shit! I just give him a distainful glance and walk on. Then he...
The theatrical talented Turrage Could kindle convenient courage Inside ingénue With words which would woo Poignant performance’s passage
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
I once saw a bunny in June Who spent time in a drinking saloon It would quaff down neat whiskey Which made it quite frisky Then it slept in till high noon
megan rosalarian gedris: Vag Talkin' →
rosalarian: I don’t discuss political things too much anymore, but a recent event is one I can’t not talk about. You see, I live in Michigan, and I own a vagina. Many of my friends and relatives do, too. It seems like I can’t spit in this state without it hitting a vagina. Yet somehow, these common organs are…