I want to kish your cheek
My cheeks are in Michigan
Oh my lips are kind of stretchy
I introduced my face to asphalt last night. They didn't get along.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I look at sleeping with him as a way to get up in the world. He will lead me on to bigger and better penises.
It was honestly like he was directing a porno or something. he kept telling different people to grab other people's boobs, it was all very artistic.
he can show you his cooooock\nshining, shimmering, splendiddddd
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
He was bigger soft than my ex was hard. A gold medal rebound.
I'm definitely going to class still drunk right now and the freshman dressed as Hugh Heffner last night is texting me. I can't handle this.
Friendly reminder that on the walk home you tripped but instead of falling to the sidewalk, you tried to save it and ended up headbutting my ex-boyfriend in the balls. ILU.
I stood in my living room with two beers in my hand asking these said beers if they were going to drink each other. I then insisted that I would drink them and chugged both. Happy Halloween.
I do not love him. There is no love. Only sex and meatloaf.
the girl next to me was drawing sonic the hedgehog on her exam what the fuck
godspeed
There's a dryer on fire at the laundromat, and everyone's just standing around taking pictures. Except me. I'm texting.
My life is just a trash fire of work and Japanese video games now
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