I want to make Jon&Kate babies with him. Not in quantity, but in percentage asian.
I just had an epiphany. There is NOTHING TO STOP ME from making cake mix and eating it all instead of making a cake. It feels like my entire life has peaked at this moment.
my brother is a facebook fan of two things: God, and Rhianna. if he's not a prime example of the rare "baptist closeted gay," i don't know who is.
he actually used the line "do you have a map, because i'm lost in your eyes" and i was to drunk to care
thursday was literally the first time i didnt drunk eat since the bush administration and it was only because i was fucking someones boyfriend. making a mental note to do that more often.
I'm going to leave the fate of whether I go to my midterms up to my dealer hitting me up or not
i caught him jerking off, doing his SAT Prep. forever alone.
I'm a little nervous about this St. Patty's Day party. Seriously, we're still finding stuff from the Halloween party.
as she was beating the hell out of his ex, she screamed prison rules, and smashed her head with a beer bottle. I'm oddly afraid yet so attracted to her now.
I remember having the weirdest thoughts and thinking our room was a compass and we were in the compass or something.
Was it just me or did you also find it awkward when "glad you came" started playing on pandora right after you finished?
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
Worst walk of shame man. They had a fire drill at 7am, had to walk out of her all girl dorm wearing my Everday I'm Hustling sweater
im mad at you for telling me he ejaculated during "let it go." Thanks for ruining the song forever.
I’ve looked at so many mouse vaginas in the past week
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