i have absolutely no control over my now miserable and whore-ish lifestyle.
i signed up to donate 10 dollars a month to help the children that are being displaced in columbia because of the drug wars.. i felt obligated
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
her sex was completely horrible but her weed was great. imma ask her out again
high in an attic. pig roast in 10.
I feel like I have streams of color and coldness wrapping around my body.
seriously when did my vagina become a soup kitchen for the poor
i took a picture of my dick. with a stick figure drawn on it. and a paper hat taped to the tip. and i call i the mayor of Dickville
I don't know if you've ever seen a group of 20 year olds reenact a rectal prolapse, but 'majestic' isn't really the word I'd use...
Please don't call my dad a fuckpuppet, I feel like that would be awkward to explain later.
You bring me burritos. Of course I text you during sex
I don't know if I want to fuck him or punch him in the face.
I might run out into oncoming traffic. Id rather break my legs and/or die then continue with today.
yeah I woke up in jail with two different shoes on and neither of them were mine
You're finding a boat, I'm going to sleep with a guy that lives above a bar and has 24 hour access. We are really nailing this adulting thing
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