Appreciate your girl’s lingerie before taking it off.
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play with my hair and let me lie on your tummy when i’m sad, but also brutally fuck me until i can’t walk, and buy me lingerie.
Basically
90% of horse movies
- girl: *finds horse who is impaired in some way*
- girl: dad can I keep it
- dad: no there's no hope for it let's go
- girl: dad u idiot u don't get me
- girl: *visits horse in middle of the night*
- *cuts to girl riding the horse in an open field bc she is free and her dad can't control her*
- dad: how dare u
- girl: just let me prove to u this horse is special
- girl: *enters race*
- girl: *wins*
- dad: u make me so proud
- horse: *whinnies*
things i don’t own enough of
• lingerie
• candles
• make up
• other useless things that will get me nowhere in life but I want them
hi grandma can you please knit me some lingerie
sure honey, right after i knit your brother his bong
quick PSA:
Do not, I repeat, DO NOT purchase anything from Adore Me. They are every horror story you’ve read about.
My roommate bought a lingerie set from their website and they gave her a discount for the first one. Then, every month, they’d give her points for a free set! She was getting all kinds of free bras. Amazing, right? Wrong. They were taking $50 out of her bank account every month, creating “points” from that money. She had apparently unknowingly become a VIP member. This is in their fine print, but she didn’t know that.
However, that was only the beginning. She called the company, because the only way you can cancel a VIP membership is over the phone. When she told them she wanted to cancel her membership, they hung up on her. This happened more than once. She finally went around the company and cancelled her debit card entirely, and the bank sent her a new card with a new number.
Within a week of receiving this new card, the company started billing her for her membership. She did not put any of the new card’s information into this website.
Please don’t shop at Adore Me.
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some of my music makes me want to cuddle for 7 hours and some of my music makes me want to do hard drugs in a motel room while wearing lingerie
While On a Delivery Today
- Doorbell: Ring ring
- Me: Hello I have your order!
- Little Girl: *answers the door and stares at me for a moment*
- Little Girl: ...You're a girl.
- Me: Yes, actually I am!
- Little Girl: *hands on hips, giving me a firm, calculated look*
- Little Girl: Girls can deliver pizzas too!
- Me: That's right!
- Little Girl: *nods approvingly* Girls can do ANYTHING.
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?

