I have no morals, kinda like you have no standards
None
I'm thinking we should try to start remembering stuff we do. Althought I kinda like feeling like Nancy Drew the next morning.
More like the Hardy Boys cause its kinda like a team effort.
I would describe it as pure and unadulterated shock, mixed with horror and a touch of nausea.
If he thought that flying across an ocean to visit me in London constituted sex, he thought wrong.
He just turned 21, it's very obvious the end of their relationship is near. Now we play the waiting game.
You were jumping on the trampoline and screaming that you couldn't feel the fire.
She's gone now. Left with the wind like a majestic leaf that just rides the invisible current to locations unknown. And dude, her friends were really hot.
i just feel like the statute of limitations for admitting i plowed through her car last night was up a couple hours ago
Maybe I'm just didn't notice and imagined a different penis as a Freudian coping mechanism?
"what's it like being a dancer turned stoner" well, i can change the netflix using my feet mid bongrip, so there's that.
Go christen that room with your naked body.
I'm in a corner eating carrots and drinking champagne. I've hit a new kind of low.
How is that low? I love carrots.
Man. Apparently I blacked out between the 4th margarita and my air mattress. Asleep in my jeans at 10pm. Mom outdrank me again.
I'm literally rolling on acid for the first time during Thanksgiving. Help me.
I think I'm emotionally ready to start being a slut again. I'm excited.
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