people and things i regret. that's what i want to do tonight.
@ a funeral. fucking miss uuuu
Pretty girls always come out on top. Or bottom. Whatever. Point is we come out with their boyfriends.
Being a girl sucks.
Being a boyfriend sucks for about a week, too
i woke up this morning cuddling with a 3 foot statue of Jesus. heaven here i come
You did not just play the dead husband card again.
She refered to her bed as the "cockpit"....I understand that this morning.
She was sitting there stuffing her face rubbing my back with a dorito cheese filled hand while eating something else with the other hand as I was crying.
Your never gonna wash that desperation outta that sweatshirt you know.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
I would come over if there was not the impending fear of me shitting out my brains.
So again no comment on the cleavage. I'm a bit disappointed. If those girls come together to make cleavage AND I send you a pic of it, you have to comment on it. That's like relationship 101.
Next time I take edibles I'm getting chipotle to cater the event
I've also stopped shaving, like, everything. I can't tell if I'm empowered or sad
I was trying to come up with a reason why you shouldn't be naked in front of me, and now I have 'If you give a mouse a cookie" stuck in my head
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