I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i was more sad about losing him as neighbor on fishville than as a boyfriend
everyday i am more and more thankful i can still check the no box for "have you ever been convicted of a felony?" on applications
I don't know what you're doing, but there's a dragon on my street.
MCAT status: Day 64, no longer can remember what sex is like.
It is scary how often "just flash him" is your advice.
He just tagged everyone he's slept with this year in a 'memories of 2011' tweet
HI MARY. THERE IS A RAINBOW AT OUR APARTMENT
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
"what's it like being a dancer turned stoner" well, i can change the netflix using my feet mid bongrip, so there's that.
I have a tattoo that says Yolo. You should not have been asking my advice in the first place
He totally sucks at sexting. He sent me a clothed shot of his ass captioned "I know this gets you going." What?
I just want to drink bourbon and have sex and then eat like, a Christmas cookie.
I just got a hug from a random kid in my class. he said I was a champ at the bar last night..someone help me.
Things change once you put a ring on it. 5 years ago if I had morning wood she would have gone nympho on that. Now I am just lucky if she touches it rolling when we sleep.
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