February 2011
I love the way he calls for me.
It’s motherfucking cuddle time.
suareasy:
This blog used to be a pretty place...
That shit makes my heart hurt.
January 2011
We haven’t moved all day. We’ve barely spoken three words to each other. Just small smiles, soft touches, snug glances and sweet kisses.
thejulietsimms replied to your post: thejulietsimms replied to your post: Are you going…
It’s like they can hear our thoughts.
Maybe we should think quieter.
And by brain, I mean dick.
thejulietsimms replied to your post: Are you going to cheat on Suarez with Juliett Sims now?
I didn’t think it was that obvious, wowza.
Someone must be hacking my brain.
Always getting love from the anons.
Anonymous asked: Are you going to cheat on Suarez with Juliett Sims now?
thejulietsimms:
nerfasaurus:
Alright. Juliet is cool.
This is my new favorite post.
Don’t fuck it up.
Alright. Juliet is cool.
Anonymous asked: i can't wait to replace you.
suareasy:
I wish we could all get along like we used to in February 2010. I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy.
I also wish for this because I love homosexual cakes.
Successfully pretended to sleep for three hours.
Listen
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Holy fuck. His voice is so deep and raspy. What makes it hotter is that it’s all my fault.
Yet another simple thing that could easily get me off.
Staring at his reflection in the mirror the entire time was enough to get me off.
Down to a shirt and my boxers.
C’mon air, kick in.
I can only take off so many articles of clothing.
suareasy replied to your post: It’s so fucking hot in this house.
It’s because you’re so fucking hot.
No, seriously, honey.
I’m fucking sweating.
It’s so fucking hot in this house.
suareasy replied to your post: suareasy replied to your post: suareasy replied…
It doesn’t matter because I don’t care anyway.
I’m not even caring that you don’t care.
suareasy replied to your post: suareasy replied to your post: When Alex orders…
See if I care.
I don’t care whether you care or you don’t care.
suareasy replied to your post: When Alex orders the smallest fucking boxes of…
Then you order next time.
Maybe I fucking will.
When Alex orders the smallest fucking boxes of pizza ever that I just want to eat the box itself.
suareasy replied to your post: I ate my entire box. He only ate half of his.
Got a problem?
Can I have the rest of yours?
I ate my entire box. He only ate half of his.
Pizza is like the greatest fucking thing ever.
I’ve really got to work on the whole “pretending I’m sleeping” thing.
Maybe if I pretend I’m sleeping, he won’t stop.
I won’t nap unless you nap with me.
Must. Not. Nap.
I woke up early to try to attempt to make breakfast for us.
I love the way he says Nathan.
Living somewhere better? We could live in a box. As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.
Kissing is my favorite thing to do.
Who needs the night sky? The stars are in his eyes.
This is the most beautiful afterglow I’ve seen.
But I didn’t.
I always worry that I’m going to hurt him.
My four favorite words.
I can’t get enough. I just want to kiss every inch.
suareasy replied to your post: I’ve turned into such a fucking housewife.
You should wear nothing but an apron all day. Yeah. I like that idea.
No, that’s my fantasy.
I’ve turned into such a fucking housewife.
I just ate an entire thing of Oreos. I regret nothing it all.
I don’t care for the Oreos as much as I care about how fucking awesome the milk tastes afterward.
Milk and Oreos so hard right now.