Grilled cheese is the best thing. ever. better than boys, and alcohol, and sex, and chocolate, and money. But not really the last two.
i want to give my vagina back to god and say no thank you
i'm pregaming while finishing a paper on cardio myocyte contractility in mice. i'm kicking finals week's ass right now
I don't give a damn about what he wants to do with his life. Personalities are for pussies.
I'm in a waiting room at the hospital - and there's a dude here who is WAY too proud of his urine sample.
Mixing coffee with vodka may have been a bad choice, I feel like I'm pregnant and the baby is trying to perform a c-section from the inside.
This is literally engraved into my seat "Need crack?" And then there's a number. This isn't real.
It takes a special kind of Adderall to make me go to the hardware store, buy paint, and paint tiny polka-dots on all four of my bedroom walls.
In 2009 his now husband dressed in a sailor onesie and heels for pride so he needs to REMEMBER how to party
I'm in his bed. I got up to puke. Im one eyeing it eating a hot dog bun. Wtf. This is my life
My aunt asked how many piercings I had and my mom said seven and I said nine and that's how my family found out I had my nipples pierced.
I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear.
location: under the moon. please find me. need ride home.
Drunk on wine at my parents house watching "RugRats In Paris". Comeatmeadulthood.
I'm going to blackout. I realize this
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