dont worry your back hair reminds me of angel wings
morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
We were tigers and tigers don't wear pants
new level of vanity: sex dreams about deep throating myself...
Look, if he's not the brother with three nipples, I'm just not interested.
But I was triple fisting doubles, that's bound to be a good time. Might have a broken collarbone though.
The money is just too good to quit doing it. I'm using the same justification strippers use.
Fuck Sunday funday. Fuck real pants. Fuck the sun. Fuck Jameson. Fuck my life. Yes, I am hungover as shit sitting in my office eating bacon.
I love you so must. You as do fraty. You are truly my veste breakable (ties I wtf racket Andover). Luce you. Have a safe drive bio dough failover.
I'm going to become fluent in fucking Belgian boys
Idk if you own a vibrator or anything but it's not smart to leave it in dad's car for him to find :/
Did you mark a random day on my calendar as National Seth Day?
Sounds like a legit day to me.
There was puke outside of my classroom and lecture was half empty. Damn thirsty thursday is intense
Must lick fork, like it's a DICK
We made a blanket fort in my dorm room and fucked in it. Twice. I'm in love.
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