This row in front of you is like duck, duck, goose - but eating disorder, eating disorder, failed eating disorder
i have a reoccuring irrational fear i'm going to walk in on my dad masterbating. Night.
Spent the last thirty minutes staring at the wall with Leah. It's definitly moving
Climbing onto the roof in a dress and high heeled boots was probably not the best idea, especially after all that Bacardi.
basically at this point ill snort whatever you put in front of me and just hope
All I remember is holding on to the elevator asking it politely to stop spinning
my mom found me passed out in the kitchen floor with the Brita pitcher.. Happy Mothers Day
My boss just sent an employee on an hour long paid break to pick up weed for our 'staff meeting' tomorrow morning.
You better fucking tell me or I'm turning blow job week into go fuck yourself week.
I have no idea why my husband is mad that I came home at 4 am & all I want to do is eat spaghettios. It's not fucking spaghettios fault.
So basically he is jobless, a potential serial killer, and has poor taste in music? We simply don't have time for that.
My legacy here is being that tiny blonde girl that threw someone down and shouted "Fuck your face, I'm Dee Dee Ramone."
While he was at a job interview yesterday, I was dropping acid. So that's the aesthetic of our relationship rn.
We turned his nipples into a drinking game.
I don't know, all I remember is waking up at 4 in the morning to him going down on me.
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