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I have so much anxiety about this social marketing class that I can barely even bring myself to read the discussion board let alone write a post on it.
Cosmo sex tip #394: Once your man reaches orgasm, awkwardly embrace him and whisper “well done Draco.”
I HAVE NEVER LAUGHED SO HARD I SWEAR
ITS FUCKING TIP 394
have actually done this A+ would recommend
Get really upset about Blurred Lines but then defend to the death the rights of men to engage in rape play, pedophilia play, and “dirty talk” that’s worse than anything that’s said in that song.
If I get this internship with WUSF, I’ll have to do probably 5 shifts a week.
From 7 to 10.
Which in conjunction with my job
Means I will have to wake up at the buttcrack of dawn literally every day.
Every. day. 7 days a week.
I don’t like adulthood.
But I really want this internship anyway.
dating me means dating my anxiety and my random spouts of depression it means dating my panic attacks at 11pm or 2 am or 5am or anytime of the day for that matter it means dating my mood swings where i get really upset over everything about me and all my insecurities and how i’m not good enough because i’m never good enough
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