he's going on about how he's going to treat me right and wants to let himself be in love with me and spend a lot of time together. kids these days. like its not about sex anymore. i'm confused.
Sometimes, when I'm driving alone I talk to myself in a Russian accent so I think it's my mommy and it calms me down.
It's weekends like this that make it obvious why we have to pay to come to college.
he called me back to his office so he could lick a line of pixie stick off of my thigh
be sure to add "office slut" to your resume
cliffnotes. writing studyguide on last pack of smokes. glad this semester is over.
and PS, please don't fuck in the corn maze, k?
After the nose/jizz incident i think our relationship can handle anything.
I got up before the sun today. That makes me sun for the day.
When did you start smoking in order to be high by 4:30?
You have plans tonight?
Stress crying into a bottle of long island ice tea mix...other than that nope
My dad, when he got home and saw me loading a bowl in the living room: "We have TWO beautiful balconies to get high on and you pick the couch?!"
I found a half-finished mass text from my California weekend that said "things I want to rape: you, things, stuff, and le"
I convinced a girl making out is a secret handshake
I just turned down the best booty call of my life because I have to make a cheesecake. I guess this is growing up.
HE LIVES IN ANOTHER STATE
actually scratch that last text, he's the perfect boyfriend. He stays faithful and doesnt find out about all the guys here. it's a win-win
I had a dream I hooked up with Post Malone. I can still smell the dream
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