So he saw that playlist i made with his name as the title. i think he's creeped out that I have 106 songs that remind me of him
Just promise me you won't ring in the new decade by clutching onto a toilet
States back in the final four. Now our sunday night drinking has purpose. Sparty on baby.
she tossed me in the back of the car and said "god gave u the gift of life and I wanna swallow it"
she passed out facedown in my lap while I was playing piano. 11 years of piano lessons finally paid for themselves.
So I found "Fat chicks in saran wrap" in my search history.
That's all you talk about when you are wasted.
I feel like I have two modes: Super fuckin high, or super giddy from caffeine. I have learned to accept this.
Just so you know my hand is still healing from where you drunkenly clawed me last Saturday
She tackled him mid-puke while the other two were cutting up a $60 dildo with a kitchen knife and putting the pieces in a Corona bottle.
smoked four grams out of a bong with a mixture of pool water and white rum. I applaud you for leaving before losing too many brain cells.
I found us a new booze connection and I'm writing college admissions essays. The future is bright.
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
I guess it's part of life. Sometimes your ex boyfriend becomes a drag queen.
Ok next time we are filming it. You bring the camera and I'll buy more socks
I'd kiss your neck and collarbone and then run my tongue up your neck to just behind your ear
And then lightly kick the curve inside your ear
Randomize
