So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Last-second stop at the drug store for lube and condoms. Clerk said "So uhmmm...that's a done deal, huh?"
High five!
Welp...herpes.
All I remember is saying that "fire will make it all better"
I want to know him. He looks like he makes really good breakfast burritos.
i just unblacked out cuddled in a pita pit booth with ten dollars rubberbanded to my hand.
I need the number of a restaurant that delivers, has lock-picking abilities, and is okay with full frontal male nudity. Entirely too hungover to get out of bed.
Just so we're clear, that's a yes to the honey, but if you get marshmallow fluff anywhere near my body we are never doing this again
I feel like an elephant shit on me and left me to be miserable
Hope I didn't wake u up but I woke up and there is a shirt, boxers, belt and jeans on my balcony, along with a naked guy who claimed to scale the building
I just jacked off to nostalgia.
Everyday this week I have woken up to a different dick pic. It's like a dick pic a day calendar!
There's hope in those eyes, for a better tomorrow or more cocaine, we may never know, but there's hope.
Seeing my ex post concert Snapchat videos as an Instagram really reinforces that I made the right choice...
my dad walked in on me peeing into the trashcan in our kitchen last night at like 2am. wtf
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