I didn't say she couldn't, I said you shouldn't.
it was like my fingers were behind enemy lines
My friend is getting herself a tramp stamp that says "property of the half blood prince".
I don't care if he acts like a don't exist 6 days a week. On the 7th day he makes makes my vagina cry. In a good way. Jesus understands.
I can't make Walk of Shame Wednesdays a recurring theme.
I distinctly recall there being a "I can't be dead 2maro" stipulation to going out last night. There's been a breech of contract
I feel like I'm full of double a batteries and cocaine.
I just fucked her in her boyfriends bathroom... he was in the room sleeping.
I haven't been this unsober in a long time. I feel like I am observing myself. Like I am a test subject for alcohol. I wish my brain would shut up and let me be a normal drunk.
Just saw the ex while I was at CVS at 3am buying Depends for my heavy flow
It just smells like spaghetti and despair.
I can't sleep. My mind keeps asking "turn down for what?" but it won't accept any of my answers.
Amnesty Wednesday? I'm free to do dirty things to you and you can't laugh or judge?
So I've reached a new low. After completing my walk of shame and being told "see you around", I took off my heels to discover he had came in my shoe.
I have to charm this cab driver. Hold on.
Randomize
