I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
i just had to wipe vomit off my fone to text you. yeah that hungover.
I wiped my blood on their walls screaming "IT'S NOT MY SECURITY DEPOSIT!"
Not enough clothes on. Not enough vagina. Not enough drugs in my body.
I'll be accepting presents in the forms of drinks, drugs, and orgasms. So any or all of those will be fine.
I was trying to sing daddy wasnt there from austin powers but apparently I was crying and and yelling jibberish...I get to into this shit
get over here soon, theyre throwing bbeers at us from the roof. keyword : throwing
Just had a memory of you pretending to be a begging dog putting your head on my lap while I fed you. Great night to try a new drug.
My vag hurts but I feel vindicated
That is an interesting emotion combo
During sex his mom asks from the other side of the door, "Do you like avocados?" Who doesn't like avocados?
It was the hardest I ever came in my life and once I could see straight again I just looked at him and said "cool"
I think if my mom ever finds out about my nipple piercings I'll just be like "mom, tbh it's a sex thing"
AMERICA LOVES YOU. RIDE THAT DICK LIKE PAUL REVERE RODE HIS HORSE SO MANY YEARS AGO
He made me tacos after the sex. Best date ever!
I'd date him. I'd date the fucking shit out of him.
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