well most of my day revolves around power hour
She wouldn't stop saying her own name. Like a damn pokemon.
i believe i can now do shots of gasoline with no chaser. its been that kind of summer.
I'm currently using two paint brushes as chopsticks to eat lasagna.... college.
someone just laughed at me while i'm laying on the floor waiting for the bus. like they've never been hungover.
Fuck you. You would only tell me how to get to your house in Spanish.
well... just scaled a wall and entered the bar through the balcony. just making some last minute memories nbd.
I can't tell which way is up. Too many corners around his house too. An arbitary assimilation of edges.
Christ, I swear you are the high man's Dr. Seuss.
SOS. HE HAS PASSED OUT AND IS LYING ON TOP OF ME. HE IS STILL INSIDE. HELP
You're fucking beautiful as shit and we should have loving sex...
And then, I saw the prophecy come to fruition. It was the Dick of Destiny.
She really has to stop the coke at some point. Won't she run out of money eventually?
Won't she run out of nose eventually?
I'm literally in my bed still trying to find the energy to take my corset off so I can binge eat oreos
Why let a Christmas Eve hangover ruin a perfectly good Christmas Day acid trip?
Broken leg sex is fun because I just get to lay there
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