Originally posted by Dirtbag
Dream is coming back to me. Checking into a hotel. In the lodger book the year 1451. It was very cramped, claustrophobic and suffocatingly grand. I was the only guest. The bell boy carried my luggage up to my room on the 4th floor and wouldn't leave my side. The colours were sickingly nice, lots of pink and cream frills, polished brown wood. But it was suffocating.
I might have found my new community. I only joined last night but have been given a privilege role after my rants. There's an Irish girl I want to befriend.
Originally posted by Dirtbag
I might have found my new community. I only joined last night but have been given a privilege role after my rants. There's an Irish girl I want to befriend.
Don't let the door hit you your ass on the way out fagit
Thinking about how no guy has cuddled me the way my dad did because it was too uncomfortable for them. Thinking about spraying a hostage with my dad's cologne and doing this.