I want that kind of love where you wake up to the smell of breakfast in the kitchen, you walk in and I’m barefoot in the kitchen wearing one of your shirts with a blunt in hand. You come up behind me and you kiss the back of my neck and hug my hips good morning.
this is still fucking hilarious, you stupid woman.
Phillip’s face tho
*licks your pussy then goes to your parents and yells*
WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS?
WAS IT YOU?
THIS SHIT GOOD!!
My 50 combined locs. I brush em, twine the loose hairs around after I wash em then I curl or braid them. I don’t retwist. I’ve had locs for 9 yrs now