Going back to my hometown to drink absinthe with highschool boys. Remind me to evaluate this decision tomorrow.
My phone auto-corrects smirnoff to poisoned. I think it is trying to tell me something.
im over her. I got weed and youtube. everything i could ever ask for.
You passed out across the stairs with your feet and arms through the railings so you "wouldn't fall down when you blacked out and no one could get the pizza past you without waking you up". \n\nYou're the smartest drunk I know.
You made me wash my hair in the kitchen sink while eating bay leaves
Just found puke on my backpack while sitting in class. It's like this weekend won't leave me alone.
Just woke up with my keys in one hand and cheesecake in the other.
I'll still trying to understand the context of your "punch her with my cock" comment.
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
You need to be full form and virile tomorrow so I can live vicariously through your rub and tug.
I seriously want to say to him "Do you know how many blow jobs you could have gotten this summer?"
Knowing that porn stars want to fall in love is the weirdest thing I've found to be beautiful recently. I'm so lonely.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
I shit myself and fell down the stairs and I’m still finding shit In those pants.
I would let him fuck me right here in this laundromat. Praise Satan.
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