There's too many weed/neon/felt Sublime posters in this room and someone just put on a Hunter S. Thompson movie. Save me, now.
fighting downstairs. join me tonight to hear their makeup sex. also, let's make skittles vodka.
So, apparently, "i expected your penis to be bigger" isn't good pillow talk.
it was either that or behind a dumpster, and i am way too pretty to pee behind a dumpster
Every once in a while you'd chuckle to yourself, and when I asked you what's so funny u replied "sometimes my toes tickle eachother"
oh awks just saw the head of medical staff who I punched the bottle of wine at
It Amazes me that I was able to drunk update my status in Spanish last night.
New discovery: pineapple flavored vodka. Life made, liver in jeopardy. Graduation t-minus 50 minutes.
I need Mexican food. Like, I'd take it through a needle at this point. It's totally worth the track marks.
Figured out why that fly won't leave. It keeps buzzing through my weed smoke
Fly high, Fly.
when my phone is in portrait view you can just assume i've been watching porn. that's the only thing i want to see in full view.
Because I'm sitting in a bath of my own wisdom and drowning my sorrows in coconut rum
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
It's a sad day when a deadly hurricane headed your way is less depressing than your relationship status.
Dude I woke up with a handprint shaped bruise on my ass, a pong ball in my cleavage, and somebody else's gold chain around my neck. Who's house am I in?
Randomize
