john hughes is dead. crushing any and all dreams of me ever being in an 80's john hughes film. bummer.
I drowning out her crying with songs from the Beatles it's good for us both. She relives her 30s and i dont have to hear her cry
just woke up to a 10 min voicemail of you singing "99 red ballons".... you need to work on your german..
I want to frame my negative pregnancy test.
The heaters out again. Makin a fire in thebroke toilet for warmth.
just printed out my drug dealers resume for him. guess the ecstasy scene slows down when kids move back home for the summer...
I've been laying here all day wondering why my back hurt so bad and then I remembered last night.... When you pushed me through that glass table.
You're the common denominator of my blackouts.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
I have a hook up buddy in Abiquiu. He lives next to a Chipotle; that's the only reason I see him.
He is a sweet angel sent from dick heaven!
When you accidentally text the wrong guy for a dick pic and your surprised you get one In return. He just got on my "to do" list
For a girl who cried from fear the last time she was asked out, this. Is. TERRIFYING!
Shit is getting real. I just adjusted my search radius for my dating profile to ANY FUCKING WHERE
I wish there were more things in this world as wonderful as string cheese
Surriously
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