The only bad part of capturing a sleepy-eyed supertigress like this in the wild is trying to think up some bullshit to write about her shirt.Comments/Enlarge |
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That dainty little gesture is just screaming: “Give me a reason to ditch the twat in the hat”.Comments/Enlarge |
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"I don't trust people with empty-stomach breath to tell me what taste is."
If you could see my feet-a blistered, corned, scarred mess of impenetrable calluses-you would wonder what the fuck is wrong with the brain of the girl attached to them for subjecting herself to the "coutorture" of a pair of five-inch heels that were as expensive as they are uncomfortable. But it's not my fault-don't blame the fashion victim, blame the fashion! And don't get me wrong. I love shoes. I love clothes. I love accessories. I just hate fashion. It may sound like a contradiction, but really, it's ...
I blame my recurring rape fantasy on the fact that I'm a feminist. I've never made any bones about getting boned in exactly the fashion that I want. But as a girl, my equipment can be trickier to manage, therefore I need to be a boss in the bedroom to ensure I get worked the right way. It gets reall...
