Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
its freezing days like this when i seriously consider littering to speed up the global warming processes.
so he made me dinner last pm @whch point i askd if i could help out. he hands me his fucking laundry and asks me 2 do it
only you. it could only happen to you.
when i woke up this morning i blew my nose and ash came out.. i'm not sure what to make of this.
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
Holy shit. This 2 year old just told me her nipples were for her boyfriend. Hello future leaders of america
No I'm not coming over. That Bob Ross drinking game is too intense.
AND BY FEELINGS I MEAN VODKA
You said something about how beautiful my pockets were, then walked away.
Yes talking about pockets is classic me.
I really like your cover photo on fb that looks cool
In case birth mom friends me back, thought I should make it less drunk looking.
I may or may not have pissed on my floor last night
Welcome to 22
But wait then while giving his drive thru order he goes in mid sentence, "Hey baby it's Travis remember me?"
I knew how blacked out you were when you started doing that thing where you dance around and call yourself the Black Swan.
If I ever say "I'm never drinking again" just hand me a bottle of jack. I'll snap out of it.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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