Physically I'm Here, But Mentally I'm Walking Through The Streets Of Rome.

Physically I'm here, but mentally I'm walking through the streets of Rome.

hola shawty

olá querida

como e que estas

eu sei que não falas portuguese mas eu sou chata

ou falas?

THE BUTT PLUG ONE 😭🙏🏻

LIKE I GOT THAT FROM MARIA, SHE TOLD ME THAT WHEN SHE SAW I PUT THE 'ass-pen' THINGY ON MY BIO

(@unedibledaisyduck)

here's a poem i wrote yesterday at 11pm <3

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

To be or not to be, that is the question

To be, to live

To be alive, to thrive

To seize the day

Before it becomes night;

Not to be, to die

To be dead, it's a crime

To waste a life

There's no time

To be or not to be, that is the question

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

dni if your’re

racist, sexist, homophobic, xenophobic, islamaphobic, transphobic, biphobic, a pedophile, a terf, pro-j*anne r*wling, pro-t*m f*lton or any other type of shitty person <3

<3

nosebleed nougats - g.w

pairing: george weasley x reader

warnings: mainly dialogue, fluff, dirty jokes

fandom: harry potter

summary: reader and george have a ‘heartfelt’ conversation

the bold quote (other than the first line) belongs to jae (@/just-a-smol-spoon)

taglist thing

“At this point if a clown invited me to the woods, i would go”

You and George were doing your dreadful potions work, writing 14 inches about some random potion from 3 centuries ago.

“That's not very positive love” George responded with a smirk, not looking up from the nosebleed nougat he was working on.

“You’ve just been tinkering with your gum sticks” you whined rolling your eyes, throwing a piece of ripped parchment at this ginger’s head.

“Nosebleed nougats”

You stood up from your desk and sat opposite george on his bed, both your legs crossed.

“Can I tell you a fact Georgie?” you asked, plucking the nougat out of his hands, causing him to finally look up.

“What love?”

“If you don’t say ‘cows’ when passing some cows on a trip, I don’t trust you”

“I wouldn’t trust myself either way so-”

"You’re supposed to laugh!” you said, rolling your eyes.

“You want to laugh?” he responded leaning back, motioning you forward with his hand. You scooted forward, questioning mentally what he was doing when he suddenly started ticking your sides.

“George- please- not- please-” you panted out.

“Okay okay, now here’s a joke. What do you do when your cat's dead?”

“I don’t know? Mourn?”

“No, you play with the neighbor's pussy instead.”

taglist thing : @slut4drvc0 @just-a-smol-spoon