I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
we talked for like an hour, i feel like we really bonded. i mean i was simultaneously giving him head but you get the point.
boobs and vodka. thats all i can remember, finals week needs to stop ending like this..
You three are like the Bermuda Triangle for morals.
Well, love is in the air. And by that I mean: it seriously smells like sex in here.
If you don't come out tonight, who's going to wake us up in the morning because they're fucking in the middle of the room where everyones sleeping?
You're like my zumba instructor for alcoholism right now
Please come back. She just stuck her bloody band-aid to Zach's face, has a fire extinguisher, and is talking about tornados hiding.
I got my first tattoo & injured myself while having sex in a national monument. I say we consider this weekend siezed.
So I just bought e from my sophomore home ec teacher. How's your weekend going?
sweet sixteen by hillary duff just came on and i feel like i let lizzie mcguire down for being such a stoner
I'd rather have snapchat than feelings.
I'm literally in my bed still trying to find the energy to take my corset off so I can binge eat oreos
You know those times when you're sitting down for a while and r like damn I'm sober but then stand up and r like WOAH HOLD UP.
Of course my parents remember you. You showed them your tits
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