i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
We video chatted for almost two hours. But I woke up with puke on my keyboard. The question of the day: were we still chatting when I vommed? No idea.
taking shots each time the weatherman says Dont go out in this blizzard
I'm pretty sure there was a language barrier but he knew what "harder" meant.
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
Also I legit had a girl at my bar crying tonight saying to her friend "why did he have to take his top off ?"
Hah no, But it might feel like water boarding to my soul
Its summer. Time to get to the freshmen before the weight does.
Nothings harder than putting on a frozen condom.. or should I say softer
Oh and I'm kind of in the library.
Waiting for the foreign guy who keeps staring to make his creepy move.
Why can't I come over and snuggle you and make you lick my boots
May he have a McRib induced stroke and lose the feeling in his tastebuds.
Drunk me commented on almost all of her pictures. My favorite one is titled "be as the sea". My comment is "cold, rough, large and letting anyone come inside you. you accomplished." Guessing I'm not invited to the party anymore.
Also: that bruise on my leg where you left like 3 sets of teeth marks keeps getting run into the corners of desks and shit. And I can't even complain to anyone at work
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