He cooked the food on a paper plate in the oven.
He was drunk at Denny's at 5 am saying how Dear John was the worst movie he has ever seen... eyes filled with tears.
He asked me to touch his mustache. Should I go home with him?
Quiet hours sex sucks. I hate finals.
im kinda looking forward to winter break. ive been away from home for so long i think i can trick my vagina into thinking that these arent the same people ive been hooking up with since high school...
I'll even give you a complementary welcome blowjob.
At this point i guess a traditional, non-life-threatening pity fuck is too much to ask for
I feel like there is something fundamentally wrong with me as a woman. My initial text to you was "What's up, fuck bucket?"
Aaaand the winner of the worst decision of Sunday night goes to me as I pull up to his house in my lingerie.
Also my face is like def lowkey made of silly putty
She told me she loves wine, but hates the mud butt the next day. Dude, way to much info on a second date.
fuck emotions I should've gotten more cats
You yell at me for being attracted to older guys and you're over here condoning murder
probably because i sent a bunch of guys a snap saying happy one year to my nipple piercings
You were sober bartending last night right?
Sorta. I remember you crying, ripping rose petals off the flower stem and slowly sprinkling them behind the bar at me and singing softly
Romantic
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