rybear369

so, im on the subway listening to weezer yesterday morning when suddenly, i feel like my lap is all cold. and worse - wet. i take my bag off and can feel my lap is wet. what the fuck? i open my bag to find my bottle of water opened and, well, the contents of my bag are literally floating around. lovely. it was a bitch to clean up. the causalities included a handful of tampons, equal packets and sadly, my phone.

so, text me, call me, pm me your number - mine hasnt changed.




sometimes i wish trent reznor was following me. i would let him catch me and rape me against a wall - but lovingly



this one makes me want to ram things in my vagina




is it weird (not spelled wierd you fuckos) that i think this is a beautiful love song?



the masochist in me wants this song to be about me




this is just fucking sick