Hey it's Austin.
I am not drunk enough for this conversation.
Just found two Xanax on the floor at the tanning bed. And yes, Im taking them...looks like going to get cancer is paying off
We're sitting in his room writing songs about America. There's a verse about a dead dog. There's tequila everywhere.
I couldn't find the bathroom last night...so I wrapped myself in the curtains and stuck my butt out the window and peed from two stories up. Thank god I don't remember.
Do you know how hard it is to maintain a conversation with someone who just told you they put their cat in the fridge on purpose?
He kicked in the door just as I climbed on top of him...and stood there. I felt like I was in a porn. It was invigorating.
Gay bathhouses. They're actually a thing. So god does exist. And he doesn't hate me as much as you think he does
WOKE UP NEXT TO A PLATE OF MEATBALLS HAPPY MONDAY
You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?
My feelings for him are donzo molonzo but I can't turn down a pierced penis...
In going to go underground and live with the mole people for a while.
I don't have any soul left to be crushed.
Masturbating to death wouldn't be a terrible way to go. If you die tonight, I'll know how it went down. Promise not to tell your family.
I guess it's part of life. Sometimes your ex boyfriend becomes a drag queen.
You're lucky I'm holding your vagina in my best interests
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