The good mood from the other day didn’t last too long. Gah. Who the fuck am I. What am I doing. WHY do I fail to be fucking normal all the fucking time.
my southern cross tattoo is tingling, somewhere someone is being unaustralian
*puts on lifejacket* i am ready for intercourse
i have faith harold holt is going to re-emerge from the ocean and fuck tony abbott up like he must be hella tank he has been swimming around for so damn long
How do you like THESE budgie smugglers?!
Reasons to date me: I laugh at my own jokes so you don’t have to. But you probably will, because I’m hilarious.
I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved