theres bread in your mailbox im going to eat it
nevermind its newpaper
I feel like I'm one of those people who someone looks at and thinks "how did she get into this college"
yeah, it's no longer just 'day drinking' when it's 5pm and you're knocking over fruit displays at fresh market
I don't want to talk about her cat for two hours only to dry hump till I'm blistered. Not worth it.
just had an awkward elevator run in with that guy you puked on
His fucking was so lame I considered painting my nails during...
He's single. I'm single. We should rekindle our eighth grade romance over a box of wine and carefree sex.
We've reached the point in our fuck buddy relationship where we are playing words with friends. This is too intimate.
You drink it until you puke in a vent one time and it's ruined forever.
Nothing is better than seeing someone you fucked go to the Olympics. I feel so American.
I know my whole body feels like I belly flopped onto concrete. Seriously need to tone it down for a while
in that moment our bushes were one. and in that moment we were pure.
I'm tripping pretty hard right now but every time a Volvo drives by I feel like everything is gonna be alright
If I could go one week without being called a maneater or a spanish trolip that would be great.
I don't know where I'm at. But I'm pretty sure what I'm looking at is a small bear.
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