March 2011
February 2011
7632.) We were laying on your bed and you wanted to spoon, but I decided to tease you and pretended that I didn't want to. So you grabbed me by the waist, forcefully turned me around, and sternly yelled, "I want your butt on my penis!" I have to admit, that got me off. We ended up having rough sex. It was amazing.
I hate waiting
and writing fake letters about fake people from the 1930’s. I don’t care if this sounds shitty and not thought through.
I’m frustrated about how I have to wait about another week until the Canon Rebel T3i is released in March. My step dad ordered a camera the day we went to look at a camera that was that same camera as the one I wanted but without an articulating screen. His camera arrived today and he’s been waving it around all afternoon and evening since we got home. But his is a Canon 7d, quite a powerful camera and has too many setting that I don’t really need since I am still learning. While I was researching the Rebel T3i, I read about how it has setting for toy camera style and super grainy looking black and white photos. It seems like Canon was gearing a camera towards tumblr whores, fucking great.
My most recent assignment for my english class is to write a series of letter to and from two people, whom I’ve made up, who lived during the time of the WWII. their names are Aberle and Leonie. I’m starting to think of them as little paper dolls.
ramble, ramble, ramble.
“Girl leaves drab farm, becomes a fag hag, meets gay lions and men that don’t try to molest her, and meets a witch, kills her. And unfortunately—by a surreal act of shoe fetishism—clicks her shoes together and is back to where she belongs. It has an unhappy ending.”
— John Waters on describing The Wizard of Oz (via outofearthskin)
