Tits

I can dance in the shower with my tits swaying back and forth if I want to, and I can climb these god damn walls if I want to! didn't your mother ever tell you, rules, are meant to be broken? and if my soul is half-destroyed then there's nothing wrong with continuing to destroy … Continue reading Tits

I was anxious-Part 23- theres always rain after a storm.

For the best part things seemed to be bubbling over for me mentally. In reflection Summer greated us with tremendous thunder storms. I remember you texting me one evening when you went round the corner to play warhammer games with a friend. The lightening was so bright and the thunder was a beautiful drumming sound … Continue reading I was anxious-Part 23- theres always rain after a storm.