So I don't have any furniture but we just skateboard drunk around the floor.
just threw up nine times in the shower.. solid night last night.
We're official. Living with your boyfriend sounds so much better than fucking your roommate.
do you remember waking up from your blackout, kissing me ever so softly on the stomach, and saying "i love you bro. so much," then passing back out?
Drinking wine out of an empty soup can and watching spongebob squarepants.. I eveb hate myself
Best dream ever last night. You moved here. Your Spanish name meant highway. Your favorite food was styrofoam.
Blood and glitter go together right?
No, you don't understand. If the words "stop," "alcohol poisoning," and "regret" aren't in the same sentence by the end of the night, I will have failed this birthday.
The only thing I remember is doing a toddlers and tiaras dance routine onstage. I fucking CURTSIED.
OMG stop. Pretty feet? Sparkle baby!
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
Dude did I even see you at the bar. Cause I was for sure there then the next second apparently I was crying next to my Christmas tree because nobody believed in me.
Don't worry, I'm sure your thrusting skills are on point.
Is it immoral to trade sex for the use of his laundry room?
And don't worry, I have a great track record of rallying after a casual midday blackout.
Is it bad that I like to have a guy to flirt with in every class? I feel like it's excellent motivation: to shave, to shower and to show up.
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