problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
I'm not crazy, I only keep calling you cause you won't pick up.
i'm writing my speech about my 4th grade backstreet boy concert experience. that sums up how seriously i take my life.
Do you ever go through someone elses pictures and just appreciate the fact that youre not really friends with them?
The coffee and champagne are fighting over who gets to absorb the one pancake in my stomach
so high i just made my own version of grilled cheese using toast and spray cheese
here comes the puke
Its what happens when I drink whiskey in a sweater. It makes me feel mature and ponderful.
there are casual beer cans in all of the public trashes, i belong here
When I said 'i love my boyfriend' I didn't mean 'send me a picture of your penis'.
It's cosmic balancing. My vagina is an instrument of karmic retribution.
Much like Dre, I was forgotten about.
It's like fucking tetris in this bed
WE ARE DOOMED.
And not the good kind of doomed. Assuming there is one.
it isn't the robot apocalypse that's for sure
I've also stopped shaving, like, everything. I can't tell if I'm empowered or sad
I have to close one eye, because I don't wanna see two movies, I only want to see one.
Randomize
