I’m just a pile of lifeless bones to you. I’ve spent too many years thinking about somebody that doesn’t even think about me.
How true, wisdom from a 5 year old
I’m sorry, but if lesbians can control themselves in a girls only changing room with ass naked woman waltzing around. Then I figure men should be able to control them selves with clothed girls walking down the street. Just a thought.
How do I uninstall anxiety