i was blowing him and "what if god was one of us" came on his playlist. I had to leave
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
I like how the only thing you spelled correctly is "i'm tequila"
I thought that u needed a break due the fact that your nipples were bleeding
The last thing I want is a chocolate mold of my cock competing with my real cock for time spent in your mouth
I don't really know how to say this, but I have an oven mitt to return to you tomorrow..
All of a sudden i love everyone. In all their flawed and failing beauty. This is pretty good weed.
So my dealer asked me if I wanted to join his circle because we smoked so much this summer he thinks we're dealing
LISTEN TO ME! GAY. FIREFIGHTER. They are the most rare and precious kind of gay. The kind little gays dream of. It needs to happen.
He awkwardly handed me plan b on Pickens Street... it was like a sketchy drug deal.
Seriously, fuck work.
uh yea I'm curled up in the trunk of my car
I was basically just fingering myself and thinking about space.
That jawline could fucking have its way with me.
I told him I want him to read me my Miranda rights while he's fucking me. Act exactly like he does while he's on duty except with his dick out.
You know, I'm starting to enjoy brazilians. One day I'm going to make a therapist very very happy.
Randomize
