The highlight of my Saturday night was singing along to the sound of music alone in my room.
NEVER shave your cleavage hair.
hahaha he is wasted in math class right now and is drawing all the planets in order from the sun
i carry sandwiches in my pockets more than any normal person should
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
Let me make this really simple. We woke up this morning and fucked three times. When I got up and took a shower she cleaned up the mess from last night and did the dishes. Then we went out and she bought me brunch. I don't give a FUCK how much you don't like her.
Please. I don't care how shitty his fake life story was. As horny as I was I just wanted the prettiest man possible in case I accidentally got pregnant. He had blue eyes.
its amazing there are so many photos of me and him separately, since most of that party time was spent sneaking away to fuck upstairs...
If you can count on one hand the number of times you have actually, truly nearly died this month, then you are not really living yet.
She has the perfect pussy. Looks like a paper cut with a puff of cotton candy on top.
You hit a new plane of existence as we all watched in awe
10/10 would definitely still fuck you dressed as squirrel
I'm still home, my life isn't together. Currently drying my pants
Last night I had a dream that a man with an ice cream body entered a bicycle throwing contest and won.
He sounds like Chris Tucker and wants to eat me out when I’m on my period. If that isn’t love I don’t know what is.
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