It's happening again. I feel like I'm under water and my heart beat matches "Teenage Wasteland"
I forgot how few teeth there are in this state...
The only piece of furniture in the apartment is a wine rack.
At this point I feel like i'm never going to be sober, and it's frightening
I need you to do me a favor and hide my sword from me tonight. I'm planning on drinking my weight in vodka and I don't trust myself enough to not run through campus screaming "I AM SPARTA!" You'll be saving me a mugshot as well as saving some innocent girls from tears.
We proceeded to buy tattoos from the dollar store and interpretive dance to of monsters and men, it's safe to say he's my new fuck buddy
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
Want to go swimsuit shopping? First one who cries buys ice cream.
Things I have learnt this week: bubble mix is toxic. Extremely toxic.
I'd say it's his fault for never running us through proper protocol for "catching your RA in the middle of him banging some girl"
The moment you tore my shirt off I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you
I tried to avoid catching feelings but then he took me out to breakfast
Boredom is so much more tolerable when you're stoned off your ass.
I climbed on the arm of the futon, flapping my hand fan frantically and hissing imprecations at the smoke detector
This sucks! All of the twenty something dick I was getting went home when the university closed
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