Chelsea Jean. 20 years old. ISFJ.
Absolutely entirely in love with my
skinny Noodle boy.
fat [and loving it]. feedee. gainer. ommetaphobic. human. broken.
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I really love sex with Michael. I wish it could last for a few hours…xhsacucuci lvxtzychcwyvichc unnnnffff fat sex is so hot!!!
Vanity post! I’m not always pretty and I’m completely okay with that. It was nice and warm today and that meant I had to work, of course. But I enjoyed a little of it outside and wanted to have a barbecue. Instead Noodle and I are having Applebee’s :3
Any time my boyfriend goes somewhere without me and takes an abnormal amount of time getting back I automatically assume he’s gotten in a car crash somewhere and I’ll never see him again because he’s dead and I start to go into panic attack mode and right at the moment I think I should call him he pulls into the driveway.
If you unironically use the term “sheeple,” we can’t be friends
at first I was like, Okay, bye then
but then I realized that you weren’t referring to the cute little Animeeples from certain board games like Agricola
I call the little sheep sheeples.
But you were referring to the dudebro term, ie, “Come on man, don’t be a sheeple. They just want you to think that (insert conspiracy theory here, perhaps.)”
I want to go to a buffet and eat until I’m so full my belly strains against the fabric of my skirt and then go home and get soft, squeezing, teasing belly rubs and little jiggles that turn into bigger jiggles and pulling and kissing and rubbing and dsaklfjak;lvjlk;as;lfdsajl;a I have been feeling so frustratingly small lately and I just want to feel full and enormous and beautiful.
And then get railed.
Guess what I did today, guys? Jrydhxnfkfjdjdywhwydifpgphjdtqydidufjdhdkffihphpjpbkcnsgqysrsysrzhduvysmlcuflgkrlwkreotkdkckvjznxncnxkgpfi
It was 2748461860575% even better than I imagined. :3