I just met lou reed's venus in furs. Her hands are slippery.
Having a conversation over beer pong about a threesome I participated in...it's only Wednesday
she is graduated, working for the school, and puking in the bathroom of a frat house. she wants brush her hair so she doesnt "look trashy". im in love.
He said finals are more important than getting stoned on 4/20. I'm proud in a disappointing kinda way
all i remember is that her bootyshorts said 'shameless' and that there was no turning back.
Sober Sundays just aren't working out anymore.
I would have screamed and cried and bled and shit and then died. Fuck that guy.
I love our relationship. We just get drunk, show each other our tits, demonstrate sexual positions and make pasta. Then you go to bed and I sit around with your mom and cry about how proud of you we are.
You kept running up to married couples, taking their pictures and begging for them not to get divorced
We were destined to go to rehab together
Things are very odd on my 29th hour of being awake. Thought there was a bird in my lecture hall and it was just a girl putting up her hair. What even
Nobody will take a lit match to your nipple without warning you this time. Pinky swear.
There's no time frame.
For drinking wine out of the bottle and taking nyquil at 9 AM? There probably should be.
Not really how I planned to achieve immortality, but I'll take it.
Why would you trust me with ANYTHING!!!???
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