September 2011
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July 2011
4 posts
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heheheheh
don’t leave tumblr unattended ok
HELP
behiko:
emmaisnotmyname:
REBECCAS RAPING ME
Heheeheh
IM GOING TO FIND MY RAPEEEE WHISTLEEE
HELP
REBECCAS RAPING ME
June 2011
54 posts
Lunch with the boys
At work, honestly, it was a farting party. And lincoln had a giant can of energy drink, a hot dog, a yoghurt, a giant sausage roll, a decent sized steak and a huge bowl of tomato and cheese pasta. I had a salad roll and grapes, I swear I’m anorexic compared to these guys.
hehehe
behiko:
emma i see you stalking me stop it before I come after you
behiko:
Fuq paintings fun
god we’re...
My boyfriend had candles, wine and dinner waiting for me at his house. I am so in love. He even had roses on order for me too, he said by the time he got to the florist they were closed and didn’t answer their phones.
The reason why I always wanted to be an audio...
Because I have always wanted to create music that made people feel like a fucking champion. I have this strange physiological belief that ‘negative sounds’ are a factor linked to depression, and with research, I have always wondered if it is reversable.
I’m sleeping with the enemy
My mum watching a video via an email about set top boxes, jokingly, they have a grandma up a ladder with a hard hat playing around with her wiring on the roof. She looks at me and says, “Do you think this is a set up” No Amanda.
Hi my names Emma Ryan, and since 1992 I’ve been trying to reach perfection. Whoa, Just kidding, I was born perfect.
I love how my boyfriend’s favourite memory, was when I was drunk off champage on his balcony, completely and utterly naked, wrapped in a blanket that I kept taking off and he had to put back on. He ordered us pizza and I hand fed him. Then we had really great sex, twice. Then I fell asleep. Apparently it was the cutest thing in the world.
I think its just plain trashy, but you get that.
Girls fall in love with what they hear. Boys fall...
You know.. If I was rich, I would lie in a tall back chair, wearing super fucking high stilettos. I’d demand a message from my super hot under wear wearing pool boy, who I’d nick name ‘candy man’ - Just a little dream of mine.