"Luckily I have an ace up my sleeve!" I smirk and roll my sleeve up. A confused asexual rolls out, blinking in the sudden light.
i hate when you voluntarily tell your parents some information about your life because you think you can trust them and then they bitch at you for it like congrats you have guaranteed that i will never tell you anything ever again
That. Except I keep doing it. I know it’s a bad idea every time.
I think I finally have a solid idea for my next tattoo…now I just need to figure out how to pay for it
me: wow this is fucked up
vagina: idk it’s kinda hot :|
me: vagina no
vagina: ( ͡ ° ͜ʖ ͡° )
My penis shaped cake tin has been shipped hehehehehehe