And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
you left a giant bottle of vodka in my room from last night. does this serve as a parting gift or hush money?
I wish the holidays was like a drive thru. Get in. Get your presents. Get out.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
you have a cum towel under your bed, you're the definition of single
My rats are drinking wine. I am drinking with rats. God i am so alone.
I'm glad we're going to catch up. too bad it's over my vagina.
Where the hell did all of these gingers come from? It's like they crawled out of their shame-caves for st Patrick's day.
Unless you've also woken up wearing a poncho and a ring pop, I suggest you don't judge me. Okay, I even judged myself for that.
My makeup looks extraordinary for nine tequila shots, running four blocks, falling asleep with my face in the toilet, and doing the walk of shame across campus in the rain. And to think I'm single.
Also my vagina isn't a crater of death where nothing comes out
Dude this weed smells so good they should make it into a Vicks vapor rub scent and I would rub it all over myself.
I've replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
I feel like my life just hangs in the balance of "Yeah I'm probably not doing this right"
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
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