I need to shower the guilt off of my thighs.
how's this sound. You, me a box of pink franzia and a night full of possibilities in your basemen. I'll be me. You be you. And we'll see where it goes
my phone cant type all the emotion im having
Whatever. I'll let someone else deal with his flacid penis.
the liquor store owner came out from behind the counter and kissed my cheek when he saw that i am back for fall semester
I feel uncockblockable...banged her in the bathroom with my iv still in
To this day, he introduces me as "the girl I met climbing trees at 3 A.M."
The floor and the wall just switched. I'm falling.
you two really need to work out your issues. my vagina can't handle another week of your pent up frustrations.
Fuck that. I will get OUT of CONTROL And rise from a hangover on Sunday like Jesus himself.
Apparently chalking everything I've done these past 48 hours to the fact that it was homecoming, is like a "get out of jail free" card.
I cannot, in good conscience, let you talk to a guy who wears Chaps and a knit beanie
YOU CANT JUST BLOW GUYS BC THEY’RE NICE TO YOU LEXI
I CAN IF I WANT TO
I want you
Nvm, now I want someone who replies to my booty-call texts faster
Apparently i disappeared and no one found me until the morning , but i have fifty missed calls
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