the shitty thing about having read a book in which a major character dies in the end is that when you see the movie it’s so fucking painful because when you’re seeing that character and whenever they’re smiling all you can think of is “you’re gonna fucking die” like you can literally feel your soul being ripped out of your chest
it’s weird how people talk bad about strippers but no one says anything about the people who go to see them
Who’s worse? The woman who dances on a pole making $600 a day or the man stepping out on his wife and family to throw singles at a complete stranger?
so this blog just followed me
and I was intrigued so i went to their blog and
it is all irons
I can’t fukcinfg deal with this tHERE IS AN IRON IN A TREE WTF
omg they follow me what do i do
There’s a difference between feeling fat and actually being fat, I’m sorry it had to be said.
im kinda happy but i also really wanna get hit by a car at the same time