just wrote on a church. and then stalked a boy, by the way, i fucked him. him being your friend, also, love tacos.
gonna sleep on the stairs... to drunk to keep going up, way to drunk to go down, gonna find a comfy spot right here... its safer that way
The irony of calling it Pride is that you do things that no one should be proud of.
whatever it's my dick and i'll put it wherever i want
Wednesday. Otherwise known, to you at least, as "there are two gay men in my bed" day.
He just sent me a picture of me icing a cake with a butcher knife topless.
Woke up under the lifeguard stand sleeping next to mitch our homeless friend. I bartered a summer wardrobe for his last 5 dollar to buy a bfast sandwich. Bring clothes
My body is like , remember when you wouldn't let me puke last night? Good luck at work fucker.
Have a glass of wine with dinner they said. Your hydrocodone has worn off they said... NOPE
I told him that I wanted his dick like I wanted a jumbo hot dog. There something wrong with my priorities
I don't know what happened last night. But I just woke up in the high school boiler room
I may not have my dignity, pride or sanity but I have my pants.
the fact you finally accept your bi don't shock me but as your fuck buddy I expect you girls to go family style on me
I know right? It's like he knows how to pleasure me better than I do myself... He's like a prophet of sex
You ran outside mistaken the snow for sand and started screaming "WHERES TH BEACH"
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