I'm starting therapy this week.. Taylor Swift music isn't cutting it for me anymore
stop texting me from phones in the verizon store and pretending to be guys i talked to when i was drunk. its confusing.
I feel like my teeth are caked on with other teeth. What did I just smoke?
No sexy Asian girl. No comfy bed. I'm just gonna lie here in the hall next to the garbage can until someone comes home.
Did you know there's no emoticon to really tell you that I just consumed a magic brownie?
I told him I was very thankful for what his country has done to my vagina and walked away.
We fucked through the entire Destiny's Child album, it was a beautiful thing.
I deserve to be covered in dicks
Xanax and cookies, it's good to be home
I spent most of my night in the men's room eating popcorn on the garbage can conversing with strangers pissing
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
He called yelling about whhhhhhiskey and enchiladas I heard sirens in the background last time I talked to him b
how do you feel about japanese?
I would eat half a street meat hotdog I found on the sidewalk, I'm good with anything.
idk how many shots you took between 2:39 and 3:05, but your message went from "Please text me tomorrow." to "Why you sto textom?"
It wasn't until after we began having sex again the next morning I realized I didn't know his name.
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