#one does what one must
well it’s hard. in my defence, it’s difficult
It’s one of life’s many cruelties that fear of being laughed at makes you outrageously more likely to behave in ways guaranteed to get you laughed at.
Assuming the context is Southern USA, late 20s, and mediocre health insurance, does anyone know approximately how much a tubal ligation would cost? Please don’t reblog this, but I would appreciate any first-hand information in the replies and/or asks/messages.
It turns out that closing all my browser tabs and restarting/updating my computer every once in a while really does drastically improve device performance. Who knew. I can’t believe I was living like that. I will learn nothing from this experience.
if handed a piece of paper what sort of doodle is your instinctive go-to
My shoulders and forehead (and, uh, décolletage) are crispy from being in the pool all afternoon without sunscreen (that one’s on me, I had the opportunity, I just hate sunscreen) AND I was just smacked in the face with untagged d***y kink in the fic I was reading. How’s y'all’s night going?
