you wouldn't even come home last night... Dead to me
i've decided that sluts are like cars. they may look good as hell on the outside, but you never know what kind of shit is hiding under the hood.
the homeless guy was waiting for me this morning. this is the closest to a boyfriend ive had in years.
6 other girls and I took an ice cream truck to the bar when we couldn't get a cab. Best birthday ever.
It's been decided..lingerie is an investment. You get free breakfast and cab rides out of it.
well i fell out of the hot tub and tumbled down the hill and kicked a plant in the process.
I don't even care that his girlfriend will be there. Us hooking up is a tradition and she will NOT ruin it.
i looked down and was like "oh shit thats blood" then it was like "shit, thats not my blood." then it was like whos blood is this??
You have no idea how pumped I am. I literally plan on dying. You're in my will
Besides. I don't even really like sex because it feels great. I like it because for thirty minutes I own that guys ass.
Like we just had a bunch of sex and then he threaded my eyebrows in bed lol. It was amazing
I feel like I have a very capable uterus.
I felt like I was selling my soul to satan but then I realized I already pawned it for drug money
please tell me you're the one making all the weird noise in the yard..
I have no idea what to do with myself since we graduated.
I've just been napping and sexting all day.
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