I never got to be a pre-school poet.
I never got to hold a wooden hammer
And hit some fake plastic nails
To express my anger. 250 more words
omfg. so good.
I’m officially jumping on the ‘I can’t take this Arizona summer heat any more’ bandwagon.
Go ahead, say it. ‘But, Jenn… it’s a dry heat.’ I double-dog dare you. 464 more words
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Ready for Our Close Up
I have yet to get past the first chapter, but I admit that this trailer looks brutally hot. As much as I would have loved… 41 more words
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Sometimes it doesn’t have to mean anything.
Sometimes you just need a stranger to let you
Straddle their thighs and have them
Spank you and squeeze your breasts. 141 more words
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The Style Vibe
Rita Ora giving face as a platinum blonde for Roberto Cavalli’s Autumn/Winter 2014 campaign.
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Some people assume Malik enters through a back door, while his novices claim to have seen him levitate by the force of his pure rage.
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