I'm Jessica and I enjoy watching emotional foreign films with my brother.
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motherfuckingfineasspussymobile:
motherfuckingfineasspussymobile:
motherfuckingfineasspussymobile:
I WENT TO GOOGLE IMAGES TO LOOK FOR A PICTURE OF A LIGER AND SOMEHING FUCKED UP AND NOW THERES LIKE A FUCKING GHOST LIGER ON MY SCREEN AND IT WONT GO AWYA IM FUCKING SHITING MY PANTS HELP WHAT DOE S IT WANT OMFG
HELP ME
ITS TISTLL THERE
Buffy: How long was I gone?
Spike: One hundred and forty seven days yesterday. One hundred forty eight today. Cept today doesn’t count, does it?
Not to be a downer or anything, but I’m sure I’ll be seein’ you again soon.
i’m creating a new word called “kittycrush” a kittycrush is when you like someone so much all you want to do with them is make strange noises and cuddle and spend half your life sleeping on their favorite possessions
u-ok:
you know what
no
check the directory I think we’re on the wrong level
When I was thirteen I decided that I should know what an intense electrical shock felt like, so I walked half a mile to the neighbor’s house at night and was going to touch the back of my hand to his electric fence. However, as I approached the house I saw the silhouette of him having sex with his wife through the kitchen window and I ran away.
I was not expecting that plot twist.
Do you ever stop and realize that people probably discuss you from time to time even when you aren’t around to witness it? Not even in a specifically positive or negative way. It’s in a way where people mention you or think of you, it’s just the fact that you occur to people sometimes. That’s the most unnerving thing that I can think of, it’s so weird, that I exist to people when I’m not even interacting with them.