i will reblog this as many times as it takes me to stop finding this funny
you’re currently witnessing a fine piece of procrastination
"the supposed romance between John and Sholto"
if this internet prohibition shit ends up happening yall can catch me in the woods makin wifi moonshine
I liked her. She wasn’t like other girls. She was old fashioned. She didn’t just send a nude. She hired a professional artist to a paint a nude portrait of her, framed it, and then shipped it to me. It took several months to get to here. It had to travel a treacherous voyage around the cape. Many men died bringing me this wonderful work of art.
real push up bra
where’s the fucking rent