Everything we own is covered in grass and KY
as nice as a boyfriend sounds, a relationship would require morals and self-restraint - both fields in which i lack.
momma always taught us never to change for a boy..
drunk me is my new role model. he's fearless. like not even afraid of tornadoes.
It wasn't until that morning that I realized I wasn't actually dreaming, finding myself in the bathtub with someone laying on me
I am gathering blankets and bags of horse grain to pad my truck bed so I have a comfy place to crash when I get home, without the inconvenience of stairs. Or doors. Or walking. But with the refreshing scent of molasses.
You should have seen the pharmacists face when I paid for my inhaler refill and a box of condoms.
I'm not even mad. I was just trying to get a boner, you're the one that had to see that
It feels appropriate that the wallet of my high school and college years would die at the hands of a spilled bong. Which in and of itself is a solid metaphor for those years.
You tore a poster off a lamppost and ATE IT. That drunk.
He's not put together enough to have that big of a dick
I have no idea what happened last night but I sobered up whilst showering with a mop.
random boy in my bed. last night wasnt a dream. fuck.
I’m on my third beer doing poppers in the shower to no doubt
the sex is SO much better when he thinks im going insane
Like how do you live your life and have never made a grilled cheese? The audacity of some people
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