college "breaks" should be renamed "reminder why you left your hell hole of a life in the first place"
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
I no longer question where these bruises come from... between the strip pole in the living room, the slipnslide in the hallway and our constant level of intoxication I will always be bruised...
his phone is always ringing though. It makes me feel like I'm dating a doctor who's always on call.
yeah, dating a doctor sounds much better than fucking your drug dealer.
I'm trying to make a sex playlist
record yourself crying and put it on a loop.
A man that refers to my vagina in third person is a man after my own heart.
Porn. Physics. Porn. Icecream. Porn. That's my life now.
New found love of volunteering, when there's free wine available at all times. Good times. And I get to to feel good about helping people.
Doing a circuit workout and using a power hour playlist for my 1 minute timers. I am getting old. creative, but old.
The girl who comes up after me always strips to Lana Del Rey. I didn't think working in a strip club could be any more depressing.
Well he offered to lick my asshole so...I'm not really worried about his interest level.
I licked your asshole in confidence.
I wanna trust fall face first on a penis.
So you completely disappeared from my memory last night at about my 15th Jager bomb. But only you. No one else.
i was so blazed last night that i kept imagining a talking eagle sitting next to me encouraging me to smoke more... i listened to it.
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