Gerard outside the bar: *lighting a cigarette* "when i formed MCR you were 1 isn't that weird"
me, so drunk i cant stand straight: "can yuo put that out on me"
MJ can’t help the way she moans, in a way she’s never moaned for Peter before. Her body stretches open to accommodate Frank’s length, her legs shake as Frank uses every bit of his experience to differentiate himself from the /boy/ in the room, watching, touching himself.
mmmmmm thinking abt being abducted in the woods and being gangraped and bred until they get tired of my filthy cunt and pass me to the next group of meanies <333