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You couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the directions were printed on the heel.
Every morning when I wake up, I feel guilty for all the things I have ever been
Growing (almost) old disgracefully: drinking, dancing and deviant party games in honour of Wntrmute's and The Debutante's birthdays: Bristol, November 2006
The flame to end all flames
Puffer
to boot
This was the way bodies were meant to behave
She writes notes to me, to keep me in check
Barnacle
French Bread
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