I'm peeing chunks and puking liquid. Did I at least have fun last night?
He's telling me stories about how he made out with a 14 yr old when he was 22. I'm going home.
Happy graduation...we are now officially unemployed alcoholics!
I just had a 30 minute conversation about hummingbirds. That high.
I miss high conversations.
Swinging. Is. Amazing.
I'm ultimately at thr Shariton to drink and ppssibly puke on fancy shit. Thats my story and Im sticking to it.
So you think it's my fault? I didn't give you the 10 shots you took nor make you eat the brownies we made... btw, i found your engagement ring, it was in the last brownie you wouldn't let me have while dragging me to my room.
One my way home. There was too much fog, strobe lights, and cocaine for my taste.
You know I love you more than life itself, but love has its limits. And so help me god, if you bail on me, I will fucking watch the last Game of Thrones episode without you.
Ran into him again last night, stole his glowstick and walked away. The glowstick mountain in my room keeps growing.
My little brother found me on Instagram. If I'm not already the shame of my family, I'm about to be.
I know, but the fabulousness of my baggies should not be what defines my business as a drug dealer.
I'n not even sure we went out, but I know we broke into a cemetery.
I just squirted in your honor. It's like pouring one out for the beautiful sex partnership that could have been
Really though. It's your life, live it how you want
And I do mostly. Which is why I'm now drunk in my room writing erotica
I hate when my Bumble matches make it hard for me to stalk them.
Randomize
