It was either a cute kinda butch tomgirl or a really fem guy. Either way, I made out with it. Bisexuality, my best friend.
A very small part of me wants you to appreciate me for more than just my breasts. But the rest of me is breasts.
No, i went to get it done but the guy couldnt find it. exhibit A of why i wanted a clit piercing in the first place.
Let's play a little game of "Last Night Never Happened"
No idea. I woke up in the middle of the night to you drooling and gnawing on my arm. Then you rolled over, punched the air 4 times, then proceeded to talk about your hair in your sleep.
U have to come, I miss the sound of you throwing up.
At one point last night I over heard you say " I'm gonna puke in a bag and pour it down your throat" I LOVE YOU.
So note to self oboe reeds soaked in Apple Rubinoff sound GREAT.
Welp, I can cross "making out with a guy in a dress" off my bucket list...
I no longer believe that the road to self esteem is through his penis.
She mentions her boyfriend one more time, I'm taking her home and breaking that shit up.
FUCK YOU AND YOUR WEAK ASS EYEBROWS
He took my necklace off while we were 69ing. His tongue never stopped moving either. Take that, guys who can't figure out how bras work.
Over 14,000 people at my school and the kid I went home with last night is IN MY FUCKING LECTURE
Yesterday I febreezed my bed in between gentleman callers
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