|| Ellenator || Rizzles || Teen || Bi || Taken || New Zealand ||
When I hear people complaining because their mother over salted there food, or didn’t cut off the crust, or used the wrong brand of butter it literally makes me want to shoot them in the face. Count yourself fucking lucky because you could be in Africa with Ebola or in ferguson getting bc of the colour of your skin. Grrr, spoilt shits acting like they got it hard. I mean I get every has there own inner wars but shit, salt and butter brands ain’t shit t(-.-t)
I want some intimacy. I want some romance. I want love.