i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
I checked for jungle juice on Weight Watchers. they didn't have it.
he changed my name in his contacts to "rick", so his mom wouldn't know he was texting me
The background of my phone is you taped to the wall wearing a cowboy hat
You left wolverine marks
I'm somewhere between sorry and proud
multitasking: i'm now sitting up and smoking my joint.
the day has come. I have finally reached the point in my life where I just don't give a fuck about anything anymore. it's beautiful!
I've never been so tempted to check my phone during sex in my life.
I've decided that buying my first unused mattress has been my first major step into real adulthood.
Hey I can officially say I made out with a drug lord.
The contents of my fridge consist of alcohol, Nuva ring, and cheesecake. I'm that girl.
I'm torn between wanting to wear lipstick and wanting to make out with strangers.
I'm literally spending $165 to fly to Arizona to have a sex road trip coming back
You cannot steal the fun of my nakedness. You do not own my nakedness. My nakedness is my sole property and I share that fun with whom I choose.
All I heard was "sit on my face" "okay" and muffled screaming. I'm still disappointed.
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