So pretty much, I was trying to piece last night together and remembered a point where I was pointing to you heart then touching your face. I'm not sure that I ever translated that to "I like your personality better than your looks" but that's what I meant
The highlight of my Saturday night was singing along to the sound of music alone in my room.
We've had the 'life would be so much better if we were both lesbians' conversation too much for that to be okay.
I don't care what he thinks. My vagina has an open door policy.
currently shading my boobs to make it look like i have mass cleavage...thanks art school
Ummm. I just wanna say this now: Don't let me invite the band back to the apartment to see my stripper pole.
by the end of the night two people were passed out at the table, three on the couches, and one in the bathroom. it looked like someone pumped sleeping gas into the middle of a dinner party.
She started howling at the moon. That was pretty much the deal breaker.
I wish I saved his nudes so I could anonymously submit them to his tumblr
And my coffee table looks like something out of Scarface
You realize that if you get murdered while we're talking, I'm gonna have to explain to your next of kin why the last thing on your phone is a picture of my boobs.
How is it possible for someone who gets so many dick picks sent to her, to be experiencing such a complete and utter lack of dick IRL.
I feel like your boyfriend deserves to know that you're a lesbian.
you woke up this morning in a laundry basket, only wearing rainboots.
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
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