you ended the night by relentlessly sucking on my hips bone and hand demanding milk. you said it was because you were a tiger
Best text conversation ever. Other than the one we had about using blood for lube.
so as we were driving to pick up my grandma from old navy she procedes to yell into our open window.. "I'll make ya holla fo a dolla" umm...
you were passed out snoring, face down with all your clothes still on and 20 minutes later you sat up and said "FUCK YES" and then passed out again.
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
These headphones make me feel like I'm sitting on John Mayers lap and he's singing just to me. I picture like a pitch black room with a single spotlight on us. Also, convinced Kyle to give me percocet soo.
I wish I could go about my daily activities with his dick inside me
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
I think I'm leaving the streamers and balloons up from 4th of july till after he stops by. It'll be like the universe is celebrating his massive dick.
I just tried to roll over and fell off the bed. I think that is the beds way of kicking me out
Between this new vagisil cleaner and these cranberry vitamins, my vagina feels like a new women.
apparently when she asked me how drunk I was on a scale of 1-10, I answered "bitch I'm fabulous" and tried to do a sassy hairflip. but I have short hair.
I feel like I put a fire out with my hand but idk if that was a dream or not
Adulthood is punching a guy in the face when you find out he's trying to fuck you and he's married instead of fucking him regardless and believing anything he says
All I can taste is Pickle Juice and Cocaine.
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