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Shit with John got real serious yesterday. He’s asked me to move in with him and told me he’s in love with me. I’m happy, don’t get me wrong. But fucking hell am I shitting my pants.
I'm British. I'm 17. I'm fucking class.
Drinking orange juice from a mug.
If you cum in a girls bellybutton, she becomes immune to rabies for the next 24 hours.
Can someone help me back my suitcase pls idk what clothes to take :c
More proof that the whole world is just a fictitious, nightmare circus designed to either make me laugh or cry with madness.
