I submitted an essay to my history teacher comparing changes in the middle ages to the song changes by David Bowie. I can't wait to see my grade on that.
At what point should shame kick in? Realising I had a one night stand with a man engaged or realising I am that man's wedding photographer?
I dunno. Last time I went there I had got sexually propositioned by a Belgian prince.
Passing out is my livers way of protecting my mind.
I just fucked her in her boyfriends bathroom... he was in the room sleeping.
Let's go dancing. I wanna sprain an ankle. And a labia. My labia or yours. I'm not picky.
So did I or did I not flash an entire concert last night?
WAKE THE EFF UP THE UBER DRIVER IS TRYING TO TAKE ME HOME
I might go to an NA meeting just to fuck that boy in the bathroom.
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
I planned out my poor life choices for the weekend.
COVER ME IN BACON THATS MY FETISH
ACTUALLY ITS NOT, I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA WHAT AWAKENS THE MONSTER BELOW THE BELT
I woke up to find I still had sequins under my tits. I'd say Sunday was a success.
Sitting in my junior high parking lot high on ambien talking to a stranger I met on tinder. What is life?
his mom walked in while he was eating me out. and my vag was facing the door. luckily his face was in it.
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