Changed my sheets. Found a can of rockstar, crushed bag of tostitos, used tissues, and enough of both of our clothes to make a whole outfit.
He did a line, told me my hair looked pretty against the background of the clouds, and then we fucked. Good afternoon
sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky
i'm sober ask me anything about the civil war
you're surprised the chick that fucked you for a free cup has herpes. i don't feel bad for you.
Just remember that she is a giant dick-sucking forehead and you are better than that.
I need to find my pants, a way out of here, and a cheeseburger.
Whatever. I indirectly made you cum overseas. Call it even.
Just found a bag of weed nailed to the door that my dealer dropped off since I wasn't home. God I love Boulder.
Boobs have been pretty central in my life somehow lately which makes me question if I am truly gay
I made a separate snapchat account so I could swap nudes with a guy from omegle.
Why do all of your bad decisions sound like fucked up mad libs?
Guys are like someone else's baby; i'll play with them but if responsibility is involved i'll hand them off.
Oh god...Did I just fuck a sugar granddaddy?!
you made the house rule that every time you'd say "yay" everyone had to drink.
that explains so much
they told me that it was glow in the dark and would make me magical. I was too drunk to say no. I woke up to a purple vagina.
its like a neon Im stupid as fuck sign
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