i am telling you, r??? lalonde and d??? strider, gay musketeers
this is all i need
fuck
when they were ten they practiced kissing and she demanded that he teach her how to put lipstick on, because, hey, he knew everything ELSE, but it turns out that Bro Strider is not a dab hand with cosmetics and has to shake the haunting fraternal image of mutton-chop mouths in any case: the end result is that he spends a month cut off from all human contact, buried in research re: the history, ramifications, and nuances of mouth decor, until at last she comes and drags him out into the sunlight, her mouth a perfect black bow of glossy paint deployment, and when he asks informs him that she practiced
on her cats.
peta sometimes protests on her doorstep don’t they
this girl is a walking animal rights violation
