I farted on Jack's balls last night. He got pissed and walked away cause he knew it was on purpose. I couldn't hold it in anymore.
sometimes i wish i had boobs. not on me. just like in a drawer.
It felt like getting blasted with a supersoaker filled with vagina juice.
I held his ankles while he hung off the top bunk attempting to get my pillow that fell off.
I wanna die of smoke inhalation. In a huge teepee. Or one of those big things kids in kindergarten have that you throw up in the air then sit inside of.
I know. He gave me a hug and i was like jesus i can just feel the std through your sweatshirt
playing nyquil roulette. it entails taking shots of nyquil and hoping it doesnt kick in during sex or in public. game on.
Quick question, when did I develop feelings, and how can I make them go away?
That's two questions.
We aren't really supposed to respect our bodies til our mid twenties.
I took in his dog. My exboyfriend still calls me for 2 things, blow jobs and animal rescue. I need to end this cycle
On a side note the mornings you do so much Xanax that you wake up totally at one with the universe and feel invincible are great
Dude. Where are you? I'm making waffles in the waffle iron. It's beautiful.
I feel like my liver should be on crutches right now
high I am. I am yoda. Yoda I am
I'm not big on drama but you need to put your pants on and leave.
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