I just wanted to let you know that if you dont tell me to stop texting i will still keep on trying, you matter to me
restraining order is on its way, crazy bitch
508, what difference does it make? You were alone, anyway.
Where you at
assisting at a photo shoot in williamsburg till 7ish. wassup?
Doesn't matter. I already jerked off in your bed.
i just compared eating a chick out to "gargling a cheeto"
I remember asking you "need some dick tonite?"
Yeah I guess to me frat party equals penis party. oh the wonders of vodka.
I'm playing with the baby I just found in your kitchen
I don't know bro, all I could remember is that he kept saying hallelujah and calling that girl Slutimus Prime
My tits, and hanging out behind a hotel eating pizza.
We could make it cute. Like "oh those two cute lesbians who are about five foot two who sell the cocaine down the street. You know the ones? With the Yorkies?"
Will it make you feel better if we wear the title of dysfunctional fucking roommates? It requires monogamy unless we want to bang someone together.
Honestly I'm not even that excited to see my boyfriend. I'm more excited to see his penis. His penis inside of me.
This is my college life. Rolling at 4PM on a Wednesday to skrillex in the parking lot of a mexican restaurant.
All my female reproductive organs were screaming HELL YES last night.
I'm covered in glow paint and shame. I'm never leaving this country
Slowly dying because of my period and my phone is mocking me because I have 69% battery
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