dream about me.
Fucking LOVE RuPaul’s drag race.

It’s entertaining as fuck.
A hell of a lot better than shit like Australia’s Next Top Model and similar crap.

Plus it’s interesting to see a bunch of men with more woman power than 80% of women I see and know from TV and general media.

Like, these girls are fucking owning it.
They’re fabulous and goddamn they know it.

OH MY GOD SASHAY AWAY THIS IS SO GOOD

So bad. So good.

Baby sitting.

I’ve taught the baby to talk to me in a Batman voice.
That irritating gravelly thing he does.
Anyways, it’s all nonsense, but SO adorable.

[So, I’m done moping and I’m now thinking about how blatantly sexy last night was. It was super duper sexy. Like, lip biting, hands roaming, up against a wall whispering and shit like that. Fuuuuuck.]

AND YOU THOUGHT FRIDAY WAS BAD?!

Cue SUNDAY.

THEY’RE IN MUGS

THEY’RE IN MUGS

Also, can everyone stop presuming EVERYTHING is about them?

Because not everything is.
Hard to believe, I know!

But hey.

Now in my case, EVERYTHING is about me, and I am entirely aware of it.
Because I am the fucking best.

Oops.

May have been texting him back and forth all day. All night.
May be feeling outrageously wary of this attention.
But I’ll go with it, for now.
It’s better than missing anyone else who I’ve already complicated things with.

Is it wrong if the last thing on my mind right now is that fact that I’m a dreadful human being?
I’m selfish, that’s clear.

This is one of my favourite people. This is also one of the reasons he is one of le favourites. God knows why this makes me adore him.
I showed this to my mum. She’s scarred for life, apparently. The whole time she was reading it her face was like: D:

This is one of my favourite people. This is also one of the reasons he is one of le favourites. God knows why this makes me adore him.

I showed this to my mum. She’s scarred for life, apparently. The whole time she was reading it her face was like: D:

THIS, THIS FOREVER, THIS FOREVER AND ALWAYS YES

THIS, THIS FOREVER, THIS FOREVER AND ALWAYS YES

(Source: punk--indrublic, via ryguanos)

OH MY GOD I WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOU

I forgot entirely what a damn turn on an arrogant man can be.

Not something to be proud of, but I still am.

Totally peed next to a fence yesterday.
I KNOW I KNOW IT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF.

But it was one of those ‘first time ever’ things that everyone else seems to have done already and I’m just amused that finally I went ahead and joined the club of the classy ladies who, in absence of an actual toilet, pee elsewhere outside.

I also climbed up on a roof via a bin.

That is also something I am very proud of. I was all ninja and shit, like, jumped straight up on that mofo.

Short discussion with Baz-

just got me out of bed and looking at things from a slightly different, less mopey, a lot less, omg someone kill me my life is over, sort of angle.

Which is a really sort of scary fact that I was looking at anything like that in the first place.
Blurg. I’ve dealt with the issue, it’s been discussed, I know how it all is, I just need to get over myself, now. /nods

disneyfaceswap:

“Does she think I’m still unconscious? What do I do what do I do. Why is she stroking my face. That’s awkward. Maybe I’ll just lay here and pretend I’m not awake yet.”

LOL.

disneyfaceswap:

“Does she think I’m still unconscious? What do I do what do I do. Why is she stroking my face. That’s awkward. Maybe I’ll just lay here and pretend I’m not awake yet.”

LOL.

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