problem. drunk. stepbrother hitting on me again. help.
I kind of feel like guidos are mythical creatures.
his cum tasted like old pizza and looked like old milk
it went kinda like vodka, childhood memories, screaming/cursing, fist fight, tears, broken shit, passing out. in that order. tis the season.
Watching that soccer game was like getting kicked in the crotch for an hour and half and then coming right at the end.
I was giving him a handjob and he commented that he loved my nailpolish....I'm destined to die a fag hag
She somehow inhaled a tack last night, she's having surgery today.
nope. just stoned. wishing i had a golf cart.
Well I just put wine in my tea
I told him about the time I blacked out and shit myself and he still wanted to have sex with me that night. Feeling pretty optimistic about where this fling is going.
Okay. So I've done lines off a bible. But that's just for the sake of being cliché.
Typical Sunday morning text...are you alive?
I'm not saying I'm planning to hook up tomorrow but I'm also not saying I'm unprepared for it
i need you to come over and tell me if you can notice that i'm only wearing a teddy underneath my trenchcoat
Feel free to drag me back to reality at your convenience
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