I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
i love when people i haven't talked to since we fucked write on my wall.
we've been dating more than a month and i just realized there's no hair on his chest..
you've had sex with him. you must've seen him naked.
nah, i feel like naked sex would be getting too serious for us..
i'm pretty sure the only people calling it "sexting" are ones who don't actually do it
hes a good boy he deserves a good blow
NEW INFORMATION meech found me passed out on a bench outside.
There was a pumpkin carving contest and we carved a very realistic dick about to penetrate a vagina. Our Christian Youth hosts were not happy.
That's the fall semester you first snorted drugs off my ass I think
Hey, you can't rush the perfect creeper shot. I need buffer time to hone my skills.
Why do I think he'd like to keep my hair in a box?
for some reason leaving your socks onmakes it less meaningful.
I had tater tots and weed with a stripper at 4am who compared the size of my boob to her head because fuck you my life rocks
It's so Britney 2007, you know?
Apparently stoned me thought eating chips in the shower was a good idea.
He expects a blow job at the movies but won’t pay for popcorn? Does he know it’s not 2017 anymore
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