I HAVE SHORTS ON.
i’m going to go to bed now because i’m shattered.
but before i go, why the fuck are there a pair of twigs being paraded as legs all over my dash with girls saying how nice they look. you’re insane. girl needs a bit of meat to her. granted my legs are fucking massive (accentuated rather badly in this photo), but i love them because they have shape. those things were up and down, anorexic, nothing-to-them bones.