My metamorphosis from the internet's indie porn darling into some doughy Appalachian guy who buys his clothes at the gas station has truly been one of the most provocative and sensual transformations since Jeff Goldblum in The Fly.
everything u need to know about me can actually be explained by the fact that i read that poem about the serving girl wearing the pearls so they're warm for her mistress when i was like 11 and it rewrote my brain chemistry forever
i am once again thinking of steve and robin having a movie review podcast where robin has actual feelings and in depth analysis and steve has a segment where he plays hot or not with the characters
obsessed with the fact that naked mole rats seem to have a whole caste of special little guy whose job it is to be really fat, horny, unhelpful, and disgusted by incest
read something recently that said a majority of people don’t have a wall clock these days, thought it was interesting since I’ve always considered it an essential and functional piece of home decor.