its not stalking. its research.
i just shit 3 out of the 4 types of matter
You're the 8th person from last night to text me this morning and ask if I'm ok.
They refer to his house as "the abortion clinic". Cant wait.
i find it unbelievable that you didn't think it was necessary to intervene when i started letting people autograph my body with spray tan.
hahaha lucky. I'm fishing with some dude I just met when I woke up next to the mohawk river
I'm laying in the fetal position on the floor of my kitchen eating potato salad with my fingers. Please come over with some real food and keep me company.
Just cried to my husband about how much I'm going to miss my boyfriend... Maybe marriage is going to work for me after all
I just bought a 1/4 oz of pot from a coworker who's old enough to be my grandfather...I'm never leaving Portland.
You turn 21 at midnight!
This is better than being born!!
Like its not even midnight and I've already had enough of her for all of 2015
Also I know you probably did not understand anything I said on the phone last night but thank you for pretending.
Suffice to say, I think if people ask about your bruises, and you look them right in the eye, and say "they're from fucking...", people would be like, "respect."
I pretended to be blind and he pretended to be my assistant and long story short, we had to buy that bra and panty set, and now we're both banned from Victoria's Secret AND I have a cum stained demi cup.
So uh... Did you mail me business cards that describe my profession as "tortured soul"?
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