Selling Nudes is now a hobby. if you want a custom picture it’s $100, for video, $200. If you want some of my old photos it’s $25 per photo/$50 per video.
Since people were asking for it, I've created a Twitter moment for Goth Girl & The Jock so you guys can find all the episodes easily! ❤️
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Selling Nudes is now a just a hobby. That means they’re more expensive: If you want a custom picture it’s $100. For video, $200. If you want some of my old content it’s $25 per photo and $50 per video. Why? Because I can.
Ever watch something and think “this hits too close to home, can’t watch it anymore?” I just did that and it was about this kid trying to make friends for the first time. And I’m just like. Idk if I should laugh or cry right now. 😂😭
Overheard my little brother talking to someone… he said “I like your skin” and the first thing I thought was an image of him wearing someone else’s skin, then I thought of him hitting on some poor girl. Then I realized he’s got no life right now and he’s playing a video game. 😂
So. Only milk and foods with high sugar content/super sweet flavors, taste normal to me right now. Everything else tastes like sawdust mixed with pepper, dust and chalk. 🤨I’m not sick. Got my taste back from covid literally months ago. Idk wtf is wrong with me. 😭
@abarretta1 Idk. I’m a weirdo who doesn’t even mind eating raw potato as a snack every once in a while. Throw a little salt on each slice and it’s like eating wet potato chips but crunchier. XD though. I haven’t done this in years.
I can’t wait till I fall asleep and wake up and reset the habit I just randomly fucking created due to anxiety of running out of toilet paper. Why does it have to hurt before I automatically remember that I won’t run out?! Why can’t I just remember as soon as I need to pee? 😠🧠
Earlier today… I kept holding in my pee, because dad was at his girlfriends and we were low on toilet paper. He has the car so now I keep forgetting we have plenty… so I keep holding it in until it’s painful cause anxiety keeps telling me I’ll run out.