i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
i just realized how high i was when i was screaming red light challenge at the top of my lungs and am watching it alone
'Watching yourself cry on Photobooth' is the new 'watching yourself cry in the mirror.'
It smells like Drakkar Noir and desperation out here.
That's why you should quit smoking.
sexting on a treadmill. speed 9.0 beat that slut!
she said, and i quote, "i want to black out with my rack out"
No. Please No. At first it was cool when you started bring an extra girl home for me but after 2 cycles of clap medicine I'm putting an end to it.
Let's just cut to the chase. I'm not interested in anything romantic but I aAM interested in Tom Petty and maybe getting high and fucking you again for old times sake.
If I can't get slightly excited by the thought of his face between my legs then I know I can never sleep with him.
Showing up to Easter hungover, late, and covered in black an blues from pole dancing. Daughter of the year.
Whore are you.
Is that a Yoda insult or are you asking me where I am?
Yes.
Are you alive?
I woke up under the pier.
I refused to call him anything but Drake eyebrows all night.
Will you fuck me while I eat my burrito though? I'm kind of hungry.
Just so u know, "come here buckey" has no effect on ur cat, but "hey fucker you wanna get high or what?" will cause him to run from the other room knocking shit over. We smoked outta the gravity bong, then he went and ate.
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