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doctors diagnose
I’ve been thinking about the last couple of months. I keep going over and over with myself where it all went wrong. Wasn’t I in love
doctors diagnose
I’ve been thinking about the last couple of months. I keep going over and over with myself where it all went wrong. Wasn’t I in love
Statement for 2013
Yasmin is currently dying of disappointment, and we don’t know when she’ll be back. But cross your fingers and hope for a miracle.
Feeling utterly raped by Apple, and not in the good kinda way
Photo Booth fail or Photo Booth good-surprise? So apparently Apple have made something new for the market. Oh my fucking god a brand new iPad mini, you say?! “That is just to cum over” are you probably thinking.
Feeling utterly raped by Apple, and not in the good kinda way
Photo Booth fail or Photo Booth good-surprise? So apparently Apple have made something new for the market. Oh my fucking god a brand new iPad mini, you say?! “That is just to cum over” are you probably thinking
How to go from sexy fak to hanging tits and sloopy ass in few months. The new and improved lifestyle diet for you
early morning zombie, being bathroom-narcissistic in my university So one thing I wasn’t prepared for when I started to study medicine, was all the goddamn parties. If my liver could talk, it would ask me to go fuck myself pretty heavily.
How to go from sexy fak to hanging tits and sloopy ass in few months. The new and improved lifestyle diet for you
early morning zombie, being bathroom-narcissistic in my university So one thing I wasn’t prepared for when I started to study medicine, was all the goddamn parties. If my liver could talk, it would ask me to go fuck myself pretty heavily. Sorry liver, it wasn’t my intention to mess you up like a used-up hooker.
ramble me – fucking you
Hi you stupid blog. Through many shitty moments, bitchin’ about life and past screw-ups, I always seem to find my way back to you. I don’t know why, but you have become the only one I can depend on in the end
ramble me – fucking you
Hi you stupid blog. Through many shitty moments, bitchin’ about life and past screw-ups, I always seem to find my way back to you.
Me vs random girl from your thoughts. place your bets – this fight will be messy.
Maybe you should have worked on being the perfect man for me, asshole? Have you ever thought like that instead of chasing this unrealistic, pathetic dream of how your ideal woman should be? So you think you have to work on yourself until you achieve the final state of “good man” and then your price will be the girl of your dreams, standing in line in a grocery shop with coconut oil and mango in her hands
Lession of the day: there’s shit in everything
I’m full of shit. This blog is full of shit.
Take-away dating part “the end”: you can have one’s pickle in your burger and eat it too
What a ride I’ve had with the boys the last couple of months. Of course a “ride” in an almost non-sexual way.
Take-away dating part “the end”: you can have one’s pickle in your burger and eat it too
What a ride I’ve had with the boys the last couple of months. Of course a “ride” in an almost non-sexual way.
With this ovary I will always love you
Me and my best girlfriend wooho’ing at Copenhagen Gay Pride You could easily call me an emotional mess today. For the first time in a very long time I cried.
With this ovary I will always love you
Me and my best girlfriend wooho’ing at Copenhagen Gay Pride You could easily call me an emotional mess today. For the first time in a very long time I cried. So much.
it’s getting hot in here, so burn your fucking pot and keep me locked in here
Pot heaven vol. 2 I had enough of smelling the pot from my neighbor in my dorm room. Every single fucking time I come home, there it is
it’s getting hot in here, so burn your fucking pot and keep me locked in here
Pot heaven vol. 2 I had enough of smelling the pot from my neighbor in my dorm room.
I’m just a lonesome, persian cowboy who needs some love and doob
A lonesome night….. staying in…. in my pathetic little dorm room.
I’m just a lonesome, persian cowboy who needs some love and doob
A lonesome night….. staying in…. in my pathetic little dorm room.
Take-away dating part revelation: I need pickles in my burger
So it just hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m probably the most pussied out little girl now than I’ve ever been before.
Take-away dating part 3: a deep pan pizza with extra cheese please
Cumming soon to a mouth near you……
Take-away dating part 3: a deep pan pizza with extra cheese please
Cumming soon to a mouth near you……
Take-away dating part 3: a deep pan pizza with extra cheese please
Cumming soon to a mouth near you……
Take-away dating part 3: a deep pan pizza with extra cheese please
Cumming soon to a mouth near you……
Take-away dating part 2: I want some fries with that
So yesterday I talked insanely about my dating life. People would think of me as a non-sexual slut if they knew the numbers of guys I’ve been seeing in a short amount of time. I don’t even put myself in that situation where I think “tonight I’m gonna pick up a guy” – I’m just one of “the lucky ones” who just randomly finds herself dating some guy she met some random place in a pretty random time.
Take-away dating and a hello to my old math teacher
4xme – what’s not great about that? I haven’t felt like blogging in a long time – not because I didn’t have a lot of shit to say and a lot of shit to give, but mostly because I had a life. It didn’t last too long
this one goes out to you,
because I quite frankly just feel sorry for you. Godspeed you into a new, unstable, fucked up, emotional shitty runaway from your real problems. I hope you find happiness and comfort in your escape, and don’t think I will be here when you fall through, into reality again
a boy-who-didn’t-want-to-get-loved on the rocks please
What are you so afraid of? Ask yourself, and whatever pops up into your fucked mind, do it. Just fucking do it
a boy-who-didn’t-want-to-get-loved on the rocks please
What are you so afraid of? Ask yourself, and whatever pops up into your fucked mind, do it. Just fucking do it
a boy-who-didn’t-want-to-get-loved on the rocks please
What are you so afraid of? Ask yourself, and whatever pops up into your fucked mind, do it. Just fucking do it
