I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
dude i'm inner monologue high
lol whn u cming hre I nd 2 c ur fce
IF YOU TEXT ME ONE MORE SHORTENED VERSION OF A WORD, THE ONLY THING YOU'LL SEE IS MY FIST IN YOUR FACE.
a man that wears gold spandex underwear and party boys other people is a man after my own heart.
all adderall does is make me the grand champion of using wikipedia.
well... I just junk punched a carnie. Doesnt matter how, it still counts for my bucket list.
I could just tape a camera with a live feed to my head & you could check in on me from time to time
I'm having a martini with dinner. A new level of class.
I'm stoned and eating mustard, also a new level of class.
You, me, naked, mistletoe, fifth of jack, gallon of lube, condoms, Cheetos, handcuffs, rope, along with no morals, inhibition or judgment. That's all I want for Christmas.
We made out and he didn't grope me. I liked it. I felt like I was innocent again.
Crust to egg proportion prescribes to a pedantic form of quiche. It's like saying breakfast pizza isn't pizza at all.
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
I tried to avoid catching feelings but then he took me out to breakfast
I just had a visual of u banging and screaming at him at the same time.
it was a 'fall asleep on the bathroom floor after puking bc the cold tile is legit more comfortable than your bed' kind of night.
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