hey guys, hope your skin is clear and you get a text from someone you like real soon.
also that your lunch tastes good, you find twenty dollars on the ground, and that thing coming up that you were dreading turns out not so bad
Passing this good karma
I reblogged this 3 days ago and my skin got clear and I got a message from a guy who refers to me as queen yesterday. Good karma vibes all around.
(Source: ruinedchildhood.com, via being-mrs-banks)
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Hello and welcome to this posting. I would like to announce an exciting opportunity for those of you with a nice working brain, access to the information super-highway and the ability/desire to wear clothing that features me on it.
Listen, times are tough; we all know that. And what do we need…
Emerging from the oldest trap (a queen who went by Trish),
Was Brian, a New England chap, who smelled of pee and fish.
You ever just keel over when the sight of bae has got ya?
Well, Brian did, for half a quid; the hooker’s name was Katya.
They shared a few white Russians (and they also shared a drink).
Katya’s face was blushing, and Brian had to think:
“Mom and I are so alike; we’re sexy, gross, and fun.”
No contour could hide it—the two were really one.
Cinched waist and questionable taste, now we know who’s there:
Slow split across the nation, it’s a second Red Scare.
Zamolodchikovo-yes-please-pee-on-us,
Keep it clean but sexy, and Mom, ya lyublyu vas.
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#1 rule of American Horror Story: Only Sarah Paulson may survive but first she must suffer.
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