I can text with my tongue
I looked up to you, until I saw her walk out of your room.
so we had a 20 minute conversation and created the fb page WWND (what would Nana do?) last night after we took our Ambien...that is my definition of an overachiever
She said I wasn't helping her abandonment issues by not responding to her texts at 4 am
... was I dreaming when we did coke off of the xbox, or did that really happen?
So when I got her home I realized being a lesbian again isn't like riding a bike...
I got groped on the dancefloor by both grooms. I love gay weddings
making an indian outfit so we can be pochohantas and john smith and fuck in the canoe on the night float
The slot machines are wishing me happy birthday. Mission success.
I know. He gave me a hug and i was like jesus i can just feel the std through your sweatshirt
I heard him say "bet you won't", look over 10 seconds later and she's blowing him.....looked eloquent under the glow of a camp fire.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
i wasnt sure i had a crush on her until i woke up this morning and saw i had googled fifteen variations of "lesbian marriage in estonia". where the fuck is estonia
I'm officially removing you from my nudes recipient list on snapchat.
Wanna go on a picnic?
... by picnic I mean wanna sit on a blanket and drink with me?
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