December 2011
Happy New Year, everyone. (Its not midnight here, but I won’t be on Tumblr when the clock strikes, so I thought I’d leave a little message in advance.)
I hope you have a good’un, peoples. If 2011 wasn’t good for you, work harder to make 2012 the best yet.
Always believe in yourself.
Mushy post is mushy.
Why do I have stomach ache now!?
My new bra makes my boobs feel very… uplifted.
I am now distracted by my own clevage.
bouncingwithoutgravity-deactiva asked: hi
snuffleupagus-cumberbatch:
Watchhellyeahjamesmay:
littlemisseadie:
justjezza:
Water Fight!!!
oooo loved, loved, loved that part!
India *spoilers* - Go James!
Such husbands
Feelings on last night’s TG:
Far too staged and scripted. Even when the front of Hammond’s car came off, you could tell it was planned because of the camera angle. The first 15/20 mins were just so performed it was embarassing and I only felt that it was more like TG when James got lost.
The garden party, whilst amusing, was embarassing as well. It was so predictable that the rocket...
Anonymous asked: do you like cum on your face?
on your tits?
on your ass?
on your pussy?
on your tits?
on your ass?
on your pussy?
I probably won’t get to kiss you at midnight on New Year’s Eve
But hopefully I’ll get the chance to tell you that I love you, and that I probably always will.
And that should be a good start to my year.
*
Just don’t kiss anyone else; I just want you to be in love with me for one more day.
My dreams have been seriously fucked up recently.
Basically, they revolve around violence, death and sex.
If I could get ‘Morning Wood’, I probably would’ve had it this morning… not from dreaming about the violence and death, I should point out.
I’d just like to wish everyone a Happy Christmas.
Have a good one, my sweeties.
‘twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
not a creature was stirring, except for the rebellious teenager blogging about fandoms and homosexuals
