So he flipped me over and suddenly went limp then told me he was thinking about his ex.
so you punched his junk, right?
Iced coffee. Banana. Two dumps. Life is good.
vicodin is the reason why I believe in magic
there's nothing like watching the sun rise at the library alone on a friday morning to make you want to kill yourself.
she must've caught on when i went out for a "run" in jeans and a sweatshirt and came back holding a McDonalds bag and smelling like pot.
Her bed is on wheels, so we woke up in the kitchen.
Tough to say exactly how to play this. I just know people don't like surprises when genitals are involved.
He told me that his favorite part about me is hearing my voice while we fuck. I think that was the nicest thing he has EVER said to me.
I think the worst part about being a real adult is 1)having a high stress job that makes me want to get stoned 2)paying for reefer using my own money 3)realizing my boyfriends children probably have more weed connections than I do anymore
I'm playing drinking games with a boy who looks like Liam Hemsworth. I think I'm fine.
if anyone knows where my shirt is please let me know and if you know why I don't have my own shirt please also let me know. also do any of you know why I'm missing a bra wire?
I told her my hands felt like they touched the sun, never been that stoned before
Testing the emergency boobs hotline
I think I'm just gonna exercise my lungs and fingers. With bong hits and crochet. BECAUSE I AM A REAPONSIBLE ADULT DAMMIT!!
Do you ever look at your life and go "i'm too sober for this bullshit"?
Every day of my life.
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