I haven't seen him in over a year. He asked me to his prom over myspace. Is he fucking serious?
is it sad that whenever i need to spell "independent" i still sing that one rap song?
If we were unicorns we would fly together. Like in a pack. A pack of flying unicorns.
Do you need a place to sleep? Cause I fucked in the guestroom a few weeks ago and never washed the sheets. But if you don't care neither do I.
He's drinking red wine in a margarita glass. He couldn't be more perfect for me.
It was smashing those cupcakes into my face that did it. Junk food and I don't mix.
Also, just almost microwaved cereal. Thank god mom is here to stop me.
i woke up to something itchy on my head. it was his mustache. he fell asleep face-plant style on the side of my head. WTF?
Sometimes I envy you, when I'm not praying for your soul.
You're an independent woman who is defined by her own actions and not by whether or not you have a man. You also have great tits.
Cheese, the small of a woman's back, the universe, mountains, vampiric demons, sleep, and dreams.
I just gave myself a foot massage. #SingleAsFuck
The lady at the liquor store in my hometown just gave ran around the corner and gave me a hug when I came back from being gone for a couple months. My life is complete.
i woke up fully clothed with teenage dream on repeat. something is wrong with me
Unless it has to do with ramen, goldfish, cheese, or rugby, don't talk to me.
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