moral of the story: I'm going to stab everyone
Tonight has been like a good ass fucking high school movie
you were eating the carrots out of my guinea pig's cage and saying that you needed them more than they ever would.
It's like alcoholism for beginners at my kitchen table.
i knew you were okay when you wanted to eat in the ambulance
I've done nothing but whore my gay ex bf out for the past 48 hours. It's getting weird.
I put an asterick after the names of people in my phone that I've fucked. Both as a form of bragging, and also so I can actually remember all their names.
Everything smells like blood and olive oil.
I rolled over and my thoughts became words and I said "oh fuck not you again" he didn't think that was too kind and asked me to leave
Watched twin sisters make out thought it was amazing sick on their part but legit to watch
So what kind of fun pills do we have for the amusement park tomorrow?
I wish you could see all the crumbs in my bra....it looks like Hansel & Gretel got lost in my cleavage.
She says the reason I don't talk to her is because I'm "emotionally lazy" what ever that means
Good friends chat about sex - great friends ask about safe words.
i woke up in a bed of pop tarts
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