Of course I held myself up and constantly reminded myself it’s all jokes, to not put myself into a situation where I’ve unconsciously allow myself to like a straight guy.
Journaling in bed on a lazy morning has really pushed me to reconsider my scraps organization and the tools I *actually* need to do some basic collage and
Он начал что-то мне втирать про то, что мне необходимо оформить новый интернет и поебать, чего я хочу, все мои соседи, мол, оформили и все ждут только меня. Это чо бля за наезды?
Your menu is hidden behind a cute little icon and your customers do not know that's a menu. And no, not the hamburger. The hamburger is perfect. I mean the squiggle.