If I blow up like a blueberry, I doubt you’d see much nakedness on me either. Hahaha. But yes you’re right. Spandex for dayssss
haha I don’t think you would need to be worried about whether it would hurt or if you’d pop or explode or whatever. You should probably be worried about your clothes! I hope you’d be wearing stretchy…everything! This is all hypothetical of course but you know what I mean!
LMAO omg I just imagined you walking down the street and you suddenly start to swell up or inflate like a blueberry! Not in a mean way haha omg sorry it was amazing tho!
Hahaha sounds like a delicious dilemma!
This is the chemical formula for love:
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.
It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.
Let that sink in.
Fuck that nigga who made you mad! Only one person matters in life and that's the person who owns that life; you. Keep your head up! :)
Awe thank you so much! :) that cheered me up a bit. And you’re right!
I wish I would have never given you the time of day you two timing, low life, lying, cheating, pussy ass, no balls having, whiney bitch ass, self centered, egotistical, sexist piece of fucking shit pig.Someone snapchat me and make me feel better. Brighteyes7
LMAO but didn’t they say Violet was going to swell too big and explode?! :( What’s wrong with being inflated into a big huge balloon? lol
I’m scared of heights!
Ummm excuse me, hi, first of all, you’re really pretty so how dare you. Second, I have a weird WOULD YOU RATHER you should answer! It’s Willy Wonka vs Harry Potter: Would you rather be blown up into a big fat blueberry (like Violet) and be rolled away OR have your body inflated into a big huge balloon and float away helplessly? (a la Aunt Marge) Bonus points if you add a Violet/Aunt Marge GIF to your answer :)
Aweee this ask makes me so happy. Well, I would rather blow up like a blueberry, because at least I’d be delicious. And I appreciate your compliment so much :) thank you! I’d add a gif if I could from my phone! I’m sorry. No bonuses for me.
Awee poor riff raff
the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bag despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life
Idea: send me your number on anon. We text for two days, no name, no picture, just talking. We see if we’d be friends from getting to know one another. On day three you send me a picture and your name.
PLEASESomeone please ok
I actually got one aw
I’m turning my anon back on just for this omg
this sounds cool so please