The laxatives are kicking in. Holy shit. My heart is racing and I’m all warm and sweaty. Yuck.
I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate.
The laxatives are kicking in. Holy shit. My heart is racing and I’m all warm and sweaty. Yuck.
I want my eyelashes to be as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate.