i think i pulled off the nice guy thing too well. it just backfired later on when she thought i was actually nice.
she acted like she'd never seen someone do speed off of a desk with a rolled up receipt. and she calls herself a grad student.
Drunk. I slept-stripped.
By myself.
i know i said i'd always be there for you, but i'm beginning to think that what you call "being there for me" the american judicial system calls reckless endangerment.
Disregard the shoes in the freezer.
Tell her to buy some booze and drink away her sorrows like an adult.
My mom is wine drunk and on painkillers. As invigorating as that conversation was, it was also a dark glimpse into my future
I mean I'm not gay but a hundred bucks is a hundred bucks
Man I was just the closest I've ever been to crapping my pants.
I PUT IT IN THE UNIVERSE THAT I WANTED TO STAB HIM AND THEN SOMEONE DID! KARMA IS A BITCH AND SHE IS BEAUTIFUL!
Plus you get to call him out on being a dick. It's more satisfying than ever sex I've ever had.
so evidently blowing a guy does not mean he will say hi to you when he sees you in class.. in case you're ever wondering
I think he fucked my hip out of place.
For someone who claims to be straight, she knows a hell of a lot about bi erasure, and one Hayley Kiyoko song too many
i was so blazed last night that i kept imagining a talking eagle sitting next to me encouraging me to smoke more... i listened to it.
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