i wish that high-me and normal-me were two different ppl so that high-me could thank normal-me for setting out a feast before smoking
I wish that high-you wouldn't text me stupid shit at 3:30 in the morning
I mean I knew we were putting on quite a show but I didnt realize HOW good until I woke up and 4 people were passed out with their ears to the bedroom door.
You made eat vitamins until I threw up
8$ liquor pitchers. I'm gonna wear two or three pairs of underwear so when drunk me takes them off there'll still be a pair on.
Puked in my laptop case in the middle of my nutrition class.
He's got a southern drawl and a lisp. I'm getting mindfucked right now.
I'm also 3/4 on the frats. Its like my goal of traveling to all 7 continents, but different somehow and a lot less morally sound.
All's fair in love and war. and tinder.
Just cried because I'm out of oreos. This post-molly depression can go fuck itself.
Its honestly only a matter of time before I punch him in the face... I'll try to control myself until you guys break up
He also reminds me slightly of a pirate which i find strangely attractive
WHAT THE FUCK DREAM ME
I'M GONNA PUNCH THAT BITCH THE FUCK DID SHE THINK SHE WAS DOIN
Beard. Chest hair. Job.
The holy trinity.
So how do u get your coat out of the coat room when someone is fucking on it?
So the vodka/tequila mix went down fine but the burp made me cry
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