Really tumblr accusations of my chest and eyelashes being fake and a picture of me doubled over licking myself? I thought you could do so much better with your time.
I would tell you to ask questions here but I do have a very active social calendar.
I have always wanted to fuck Sedusa senseless, into a mattress, on a wall, and in various other places for ten hours straight.And you would be? Come on, I’m a busy girl. I have other obligations tomorrow.
Does your hair bite?
Do you want it to?
*blush* I think I’m satisfied with that answer, thank you.
-files nails and blows on them-
Satisfaction is my policy. Now run along and grow some long pants hun.
(Source: dirtycartoonnetworkconfessions)
I have always wanted to fuck Sedusa senseless, into a mattress, on a wall, and in various other places for ten hours straight.And you would be? Come on, I’m a busy girl. I have other obligations tomorrow.
Does your hair bite?
Do you want it to?
(Source: dirtycartoonnetworkconfessions)
I have always wanted to fuck Sedusa senseless, into a mattress, on a wall, and in various other places for ten hours straight.
And you would be? Come on, I’m a busy girl. I have other obligations tomorrow.
(Source: dirtycartoonnetworkconfessions)
filia’s mom has got it goin’ on
I’m no ones’ mother. Or a vampire for that matter. But fine, add your artistic worship to the pile. It’s good enough…
Anonymous asked: how do you feel about the RRB?
Take how much I care about the brats and minus half from that annoying equation.
…Oh no.
It’s her.
Oh look, you’re still alive. -tosses hair that falls in the moonlight to frame her face- Wonderful.
I’m immortal, Sedusa. Good to see you’re still a bitch~
Love you to -winks-
I should make it very clear tumblr, I am not back because I feel any attachment to this pitiful little wet dream of an interdimensional soap opera you have turned into. I am only gracing you with an abundance of fashionable class:
AKA me.
Be grateful. Give me asks, sweets.
I hope they give you a boot to that underwear -.-
Temper brat. You’ll get wrinkles soon enough. And then *no* one will love you.
…Oh no.
It’s her.
Oh look, you’re still alive. -tosses hair that falls in the moonlight to frame her face- Wonderful.