i'm trying to reconcile what i did last night with who i am as a person.
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
we were spooning and you were the big spoon but you insisted that I call you "the ladle"
I just had a librarian tell me that "wikipedia is like sex"
When he expanded on the analogy it actually made sense. "you're going to do it either way, so I'm just going to tell you how to do it safely."
Woke up this morning to my mom on the phone with my dad saying, "It's probably just your prostate." Reasons to move out. Go.
tonight i'm going for the "i fuck with the lights on" look
I'm not as easy in Europe as I am in the US
Only because you can wipe your slut slate clean & start anew. It's a little known benefit of our currency exchange.
Turned on my GPS and all that it said in the search bar was "beer,"
So for future reference.... it's a little unnerving when I can't get hold of you, and the last communication we had was, "Oh fuck... It's tequila"
If you call getting home safe by sprinting down Spanish Harlem barefoot still rolling then ya I made it
this probably sounds so sketchy, but hes going to jail in a month so he needs a place to crash for now. Hes sick though, and hes paying half our rent
Embrace your curves. Cuz we're too poor for a coke habit.
I was a plus one at an intervention for a person I didn't know.
I behisseth at your soul from the deepest darkest depths of the earth
Shut up. You had me at killer robots. Your place or mine?
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