I had a fork in my beer hand and just stabbed my tongue.
I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
He woke up next to me, said I "wasn't naked enough" and fell back asleep. I proceeded to blow him.
He posted on my wall. Idk if I'm ready for that big of a commitment.
I feel like that needs to be the last time i end a text with "fuck them i love tequila".
I used his computer to order the pizza and the only thing he had in his search bar was 'text NASA'
Obviously a higher power wants us to be sunday drunk together
His dick looks just like him, taller than average, thick, and somehow always angry.
No he's here. We were watching Harry Potter stoned as shit and he fell asleep with his head in my lap. I'll figure out what to do with him after Harry gives Dobby the sock.
Learn from me. Do not smoke cigs and fold laundry in your room. The cigarette will fall into the dresser without you noticing and your shirts will be on fire. Wanna go shopping tomorrow? I need some new shirts.
I need five more minutes of sobbing.. AND THEN I will get back to studying
I ate breakfast with him. And by ate breakfast I mean we fucked on the kitchen table.
ayo
its like you know when i get waxed
he would NOT stop making out with my stomach! creeeeeepy
I peed in my closet, which at the time looked like a sparkly bathroom...
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