I forgot how ruthlessly advertising works on me when I'm high.
Stop. You don't mean that. Tequila might mean that. But you don't mean that.
she's not even a shacker, she never made it inside. she's just a porch girl
I woke up at 5 this morning face down on my bed with gummy bears stuffed in my leggings. Yeah.
there are too many children here to make this hangover-friendly
Rolling one last joint on my Psych textbook before trading it in. I might actually cry.
I just want to go to their admissions office and show them the video of him taking the flaming shot, and be like yeah...you let in the kid who lit his entire face on fire over me.
Finals are done.. I just wanna get drunk and pretend I'm a seahorse.
I'm sorry but I have WAY too many sex/ hookup related bruises on visible areas to be going home tmrw
I was behind him snuggling, I told him I was the big spoon and he told me I was too little it was more like he was wearing a backpack.
He said I was doing well, so I stopped mid blow job to compliment his grammar. You could say I like intellectuals
So do you remember the bartender that caught me when I fell off the bar 4 weeks ago? He hasn't been to work since...Woops.
so at 3am I stumbled into my parents house and crawled into bed with them, I need to start dating.
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
I do not love him. There is no love. Only sex and meatloaf.
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