i can tell by the sound of your bed that he isnt that good at sex.
he thought he was parachuting out of a plane... talk about a bad trip.
i woke up surrounded by junior mints. not to mention, there was a huge pyramid of natty cans baracading the door shut. this is why i can't drink alone.
It took us hanging out like four times to kiss. Id like to fuck you before I'm 30
All he wants to do is masturbate while I sit there with my big toe up his ass that is not even the worst part of it.
It was kind of like a train wreck, except alcohol would have improved the situation greatly.
The last thing I remembered was laying in the bathtub fully clothed with the shower running while he was picking grilled cheese out of my hair. I couldn't figure out if i was more upset about being soaking wet or the fact that my grilled cheese was in my hair instead of my mouth.
I just debated creating a mirror system so I could play Batman while in the bathroom. I think I need help.
I already knew that. But I also don't agree with stifling creativity.
Ive never seen him vulnerable before. He just had surgery and looked so cute on his crutches. like a little baby bird with a broken wing. that i wanted to nurse back to health. with my vagina
Lucas & I had a photo shoot with her cape & I had child arm floaties on most the night.. woke up in a spiderman bed
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
That's not a funny feeling. That's hepatitis. You got it from that bar where everything was sticky.
Whether ya want it or not, it's gonna happen. Assimilate to the gay
Why can't you just come over, fuck me, then leave so i can get stoned and watch law and order?
Note to self: Calvin Klein's are not safe to shit in.
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