I feel like I'm one of those people who someone looks at and thinks "how did she get into this college"
currently hungover, lying in bed and cutting cheese with my drivers license. ashamed? not even a little bit.
You dont understand he had a split tongue thats bucket list worthy.
don't ever tell me how terrible your next walk of shame is until you run into your little brother on his way to class.
i cant wait to be back in my element of drunk, on a barstool, ive missed home
diet's not working. come over. i need someone to fuck the hungry out of me.
also, i am in no position to judge as my life choices today went along the lines of "YAY VODKA". for breakfast.
If my sophomore year were to be made into a novel, it would be titled "dances with salvia"
MY MOM IS GOING TO SMOKE WITH ME.
SHE'S GOING TO SMOKE HIGH QUALITY MARIJUANA WITH ME.
For real, I've been ditched by my boyfriend twice today alone. I fucking shaved for this guy.
Somewhere out there, Gloria Steinem just started to cry.
I'm good. We walked you back to my apartment and you demanded to eat the sandwich I made for him
I dropped her off at home and her fiancé was shitty, it was 4:30 am. I told him I was the Uber driver
Dude she literally licked him. He was covered in cheese and in her high state what else was she gonna do?
I don't think it's a coincidence that the day I just happen to do the splits at the gym I come back with 7 guys' phone numbers.
if it makes you feel any better you looked really comfortable while you were sleepin in the closet, atleast according to the pictures i woke up with on my phone
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