He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
Four minutes until I can fart!
happy birthday! Any relationship between us is now officially illegal.
I just sent a friend request to someone saying that i was the girl he shared a fifth of jager with last week. Thats something special. He better accept.
yea im pretty sure it has something do with my love of forearms...
There is nothing scarier than watching yourself breathe in the mirror while on shrooms.
I'm sitting in the corner at the bar with a poolstick in case a brawl breaks out. Some crazy shit is going down and I'm trying to show my feathers like a horny peacock.
Oh my god. I'm not ready to be an adult. I'm not ready.
I am honored my friend, to hold the decision of what enters your body
And I just found out I called my debit card a fast food passport so I dont deserve to live
Don't you judge us. Sockets make ideal bowls
That shit was hard as fuck. It felt like a mountain entering my vagina.
"Being an adult" and "being happy" are two circles that do not overlap in my Venn diagram of life.
Alone, in the dark, eating tacos and drinking vodka. Who's apartment is this?
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
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