remember that time i ran away from the bar and passed out in a street cot?
neither do i
I totally just used John Mayer's lyrics to get laid.
Prereq for being on nyc prep: money, bitchy, and a lazy eye... if only you were rich
i just got the best bj of my life in the pastors office at church.. Youre right jesus really does love me.
and everything will be beautiful and nothing will hurt and we will eat nachos
you stumbled up the stairs in your heels, pulled 23 one-dollar bills out of your bra and then went and puked in the toilet. didnt say a single thing to me the whole time
Robert just walked in drunk, grabbed my Jameson from me, told me to let him do his thing, and spilled it all over the coffee table. Then he told me to grab a funnel because he was going home.
do you ever feel so high you're swimming backstroke and then you realize you're still laying in bed on tumblr
It is a fiery spray of napalm-covered beautiful words that leave a flaming "fuck you" on the ground after I destroy him.
Well. I mean as excuses for running late go, 'losing track of time in the bathhouse' has gotta be up there on the top ten.
Power lunch with dad, pain pills and tequila shots. Dad does Monday hard.
hooked up with him and then had a conversation with his ex about how we hate people who hook up with our exs...
I must stop trying to make out with my friends when I'm hammered.
He sent me a picture of his cock that seemed to indicate that we were still on good terms.
I was pretty sure he wouldn't be into me after I fucked his brother, and then his best friend, and yet, here I am doing lines off his stomach
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