- kenzi: side note
- kenzi: im gonna be pooping mac and cheese for the next few weeks
- kenzi: so stay tuned for that
- carol danvers: kjghlasgd
it takes 237 muscles to fake an orgasm but 15 to say “it’s called a clitoris and it’s right here”
I see a lot of posts about dress code in school for girls and stuff.
See… I went to an arts high school. Soooooo I saw an unbelievable amount of tattered shirts that barely go down past the tits, girls walking around in fishnet leggings and skirts that were more like belts. Not to mention all the dance majors walking around in basically see-through nothing. I saw more side boob during math class than I’ve seen anywhere in else in life.
All the girls in my class would draw themselves for homework, so all the hot art chicks who were also good artists would draw their boobs too so I saw String’s boobs like two years before I ever ACTUALLY saw them. Because she is a good artist. And our teacher always told her she could really FEEL THE BREAST form in her drawings.
Also there were little soundproof rooms with pianos in them for the music students. But anyone could go in there and get handjobs or smoke. But since it was an eight-story building, most students just used the lesser-traveled stairwell for that kind of thing.
So basically high school was like this ridiculous cool kids club and since I had no intention of doing any WORK in school I kept a coffee maker and toaster oven and tons of food I’d steal from work in my locker, since the visual artists had horizontal lockers. And we’d sit on the roof and be cool. Or we’d just leave school and go to a restaurant because who cares? This is our free period.
I forget why I was writing this. But I feel like most people either HATED or LOVED high school and I loved it.
something aint right about it still I think the face is unclear and I could probably improve the composition or something but OH WELL im gonna do these in sets of 2 depending on “when I have time” and dolorosa is next and then maybe I’ll even write some short little self-indulgent blurbs to go with it
i cant help it my life is plant children now
People mistake ovulation and menstruation to be the same thing when in fact they aren’t
Ovulation is when the eggs are saying “hello friends I am here”
And menstuation is when the eggs are saying “goodbye friends I am gone”
THIS EXPLAINS THE DIFFERENCE 40x BETTER THAN MY ENTIRE SEVENTH GRADE SEX ED CLASS.