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I'm experimenting with homemade Glogg tonight. It's a fine punch that kept so many Scandinavians sane during long winter nights:

I do love her outfit, but my first thought was, "furry vulva"

YOU CALL THAT PRANCING?

Except for black teenage boys!

As an artist, I can sum up my feelings in a few gifs.

Isn't anyone else kind of rooting for him getting shot on the doorstep of the person he's delivering the painting to, because they felt threatened?

That dress. THAT DRESS.
And her makeup is ALWAYS flawless.
I love her so much

Holy shit. I'll be in my bunk. (In my bunk, shopping for ONE MILLION bottles of imaginary perfume. DO YOU HEAR ME SLIMY AD-DUDES? ONE MILLION BOTTLES!)

I would bang him like a screen door in a hurricane. And now, back to my classy, housewifey self.

This dude is super duper attractive. Do you think she'd mind if I borrow him for a little while?

"but you knew that."

I'm extremely conflicted on how I should feel about this.

Good lord those ears!!!

'Sup.

Well, fuck. Excuse me while I go drink a bottle of wine.