He finally told me that he's married. I guess it doesn't really matter.
They gave me a glowstick necklace to wear so they could locate me if I wandered off into the woods
Finished my senior thesis. How am I celebrating you ask? By drinking gas station white zif out of an empty candle holder by myself. I fucking deserve to graduate.
thank you whoever used my nalgene as a flask. pregamin in chem
Yea he doesn't really know about any of this yet but my game plan is to keep wowing him with my vagina and cooking skills. It's up too future me to handle the rest.
Please rescue me. but take your time, im getting pizza
There would be some who claim I got a little "carried away" or that we "probably don't need that many jello shots". They would be wrong.
k. The important thing is we are going out. You are stones. I am mildly hallucenating.
we fucked in the backseat of my car at the observatory, right under the stars. it was a starry, orgasmic filled night
I ended up sleeping on a park bench. Never using Tinder again.
This is a weird combination of planning and sexting but whatever
the fact that you beer bonged rum made me so proud, the fact that you threw up an entire footlong tuna melt after... not so much babe
Stop letting me drink while doing my makeup. I think I used sharpie for eyeliner.
he was Irish, I had to have sex with him.
I need some buff guys to cuddle me and call me precious
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