IT HAS BEEN FOREVER ((Maybe a month…)) SINCE I HAVE SAID ANYTHING ON TUMBLES. But no one follows me. No one cares. You all hate me.
(SAY YOU LOVE ME PLEASE.) -attentionattention- give it to me. C:
That fresh feeling of putting on clean panties.
Especially after a shower.
"Oooh, so clean, so happy. I like clean."
- me: oh, i'm such a good child. i don't smoke, i don't drink and i don't do drugs. i don't sneek out to go partying. my grades are quite good. when i compare myself to those in my class..wow, i'm almost a role model. my parents must be so proud of me!
- mum: WHY DON'T I EVER SEE YOU STUDY? ALL YOU DO IS SIT ON THE INTERNET! YOU SHOULD LOOK AT OTHER STUDENTS! YOU DON'T EVEN HELP ME WITH ANYTHING! NO ONE IN THIS HOUSE CARES ABOUT HOW MUCH I HAVE TO DO! NONE OF YOU HELP ME! YOU ARE ALL SO UNGRATEFUL!
I have an obsession with paint and men right now.
Pretty boy. 8D
And he has paint on him too.