On a side note I can sing drakes “best I ever had” so good you’d think I was on degrassi.
You have to stop making references to your extense knowledge of 13 year old girl television programming for me to believe you aren’t homo. The Bravo line-up was one thing, but seriously
I need to get the stench of sex and broken dreams out of my room
Tis a story best told in person, it involves a golf course, police and vomit
It usually does with you
It's not quite a landing strip... It's more like a soul patch for my vagina.
She gets me. First thing she said this morning "I'll buy breakfast if you can tell me my name."
Pitting the remainder of the bottle against my hangover. I'm expecting an all out cage match for my soul and wellbeing.
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
I think I'm just gonna be a cat and wear slutty black clothes with some eyeliner on my face and pretend my ears got stolen by a drunk guy
Figured out how I got so much alcohol in my hair: tried to drink my drink using my cleavage as a cup holder. Missed my drink hole and got it all in my hair
Thank you. Next to bondage, soft American Apparel t-shirts are the best things you've taught me about.
You came in last night, ate an entire avocado in silence, and then told me I should never accept rides from strangers. Not sure I even want to know what happened to you last night!
even my drug dealer wished me a happy birthday before my mother did.
How my distance relationship is going: he's trying to sext me & I'm stuffing pizza in my face.
Came out of blackout state to the curtains torn down & the headboard laid on top of him. & yes he was still breathing
She stood up through my sunroof the entire drive home. screaming her ass off and singing free falling..
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