Beef-e

The lore of beef dip lives on. 💩

Photo of a man’s semi erect penis shot above the waist.

Not the worst Monday. #monochromeMonday
#mcm

Instant rage.

4.

Leaving a friendship that no longer feels right is a weird type of grief.

It might be for the best because he’s incapable of articulating his feelings.

The silent treatment, at this big age… gtfo

Low key, fuck you. 😂

I can’t buy one because they look so strange, like some kind of the squashes.

So much nut

Photo of a man’s penis and thighs

I’d prefer to be naked, but a hoodie makes sense to me today.

#monochromeMonday #mcm

Go for it!

Fellas, these AI pics on the apps are so silly.

Seriously, it’s okay to be imperfect.

Another reason I’m not about that. 👀😂

Wait, do vegans swallow?

Post yours

Photo of a man’s ass in a jock strap

“Through my body, you can see the light”

#humpday

I used to try to be discerning about engaging when people would use that term, now I’d rather not engage.

There are too many resources out there for me to teach anyone about microaggressions.

One of the worst smells ever. 🤮

The whole bottle, my body would turn off.

Him: “ you only have boundaries when you don’t wanna do something.”

Me thinking, “duh, bitch ass boy” 😑

Help him!!!

These are the things that make America great ⚡️⚡️

Rimming isn’t on the menu for random hookups or group stuff.

I’m embracing softness and vulnerability within intimacy.

Quieting the logic and just loving people however it presents.

Yep, take the time to organize it by each step, especially when adding ingredients needs to be exact.

Photo of a semi erect penis with a natural bush.

At least it’s #fullbushfriday
#fcf

They’re too crunchy. I wonder which factory worker toasted them too long and was just like “hey, there’s a market for this.”

Delusion is self care. I’m trying to be better.

If it’s important, they’ll circle back.

I still have 36 texts unread. I’m unbothered and lowkey awful.

Me and my 2,000 unread emails will just exist in peace.

Need to be like this again asap

Me every morning: “is this SAD, or just the state of the world…”