It’s father’s day tomorrow tho right? 
If it I didn’t get my dad anything and I can’t really bake him anything so… okay.  

When someone talks about Fifty Shades of Grey I just think about that person getting off to non-con and BDSM and it’s like, okay. Could have gone on with the rest of my life not knowing so many teenage girls want to get tied up and fucked by some asshole. 

If I send some of my fanfiction for publication I can throw some damn handcuffs and whips if that’s what ya’ll want. 

Going out with some asshole tomorrow… I hope he tries to kiss me so I can give him this fucking cold and ruin his fucking week. 

When my sister was drunk she told me I was definitely gay.

It’s not that I find muscular people overly attractive… it’s just that I want to touch them… and feel their muscles.

Because I’m creepy.  

My internet is out again. 
And our landlord is crazy.
And my dad is away for the weekend.
And my life sucks. 

WHY THE FUCK DID FRANKY NOT KILL HERSELF? WHY? WHY? WHY? SHE SHOULD BE DEAD AND GONE AND NOT MISSED BY ANYONE. ESPECIALLY NOT ME.

They’re siting on the couch being a couple and before she came here he was talking about her being a lesbian and a bitch and how he doesn’t like here and I don’t even know.

Ryan is like a bitch. Ryan you are a bitch.