Jessica’s mailing out the orders tomorrow so it’d be good to buy something now or just check out the site. Thanks if you bought something already you made me very happy.

http://whatever94.storenvy.com

ummseptiembre93:

This is like two years old. It’s from a dirty comic I started titled “Mrs. Carmen” but never finished. I think it’s the only page I saved.

I’ve been really broke lately so Jessica set up this store for me. It’d be nice if you guys checked it out and bought some stuff. It’s pretty much only prints until i add more stuff eventually.

http://whatever94.storenvy.com/

2012

Migos “Night Time” (Prod. By Zaytoven)

"Wicked Xhi"

I haven’t been on here in so long. And all these new messages are really really nice, it’s cool to know people like the stuff you make. 

All I want to do is paint, but I don’t have any paint, all I have are these black sharpies, and I’m so tired of seeing black on white.

Bobby Vee "Take Good Care Of My Baby"

My tears are fallin’ ‘cause you’ve taken her awaaay
And though it really hurts me so
There’s something that I’ve gotta say

Take good care of my baaaby
Please don’t ever make her blu-u-u-ue
Just tell her that you love her
Make sure you’re thinking of her
In everything you say and do-o-o-o

"Liter Burs Pt. 1" on MS Paint

(Source: whatever94)

Ween "Flies on my Dick"

"Water Bottles"

It was terrible. But not her. She was an angel. Always smiling… that’s because she had no lips. But her mouth was still very much in play.

- Frank in “It’s Always Sunny In Philadelphia”

We could sit in your room when your parents weren’t home, and you could walk around in my shirt, it’d be like a robe to you, and your fav pair a undies underneath. Barefoot. Your pets could chill with us. But we’d only kiss when they weren’t looking, because I feel bad when they are. And if they caught us I’d pet their lil heads, “it’s something grown ups do” I’d tell them. Because I see pets as babies. But you’d be my baby, and we’d wrap our tongues around each other, and it’d make our stomachs feel nice, our faces feel warm. You would say certain words in certain ways, different than me, and eventually I’d start to say them the way you do. And there’d be things, like my arms around your waste, my stuff against your butt, tickles in your armpits with my mouth, things that made you happy. And sometimes you’d curl up against me, and push your head under my head, and youd be my dirty baby, a bit sweaty, your pretty hair a bit greasy, your soft face a bit sticky, and I would love it, and I would hold you. You can dance, I can watch, you can sing and I can listen, and say it’s lovely, and say “do it again baby”. And you know I’d wanna fuck, and I’d wanna taste. Baby I’d wanna do some sick stuff. Anything you wanted, til you were as happy as could be. And afterwards I would kiss it where I had spanked it, lick it where it was sore. Watch you smile and laugh and giggle and snort. Like all those girls in my dreams, the ones that are never real in the morning. But you’ll be real. I hope.