I lost my shoes and bra and was beyond mapquesting
weed, chlorine, and victory. my bed smells like i had sex with michael phelps.
you are hot. that is all.
who is this?
the delivery driver from silvermine.
Well I woke up with a note on me reading Dear Passed Out Girl, and ending with why I shouldn't drink so much. Damn Tequilla.
98% is good enough for me. Kinda like birth control. Worth the risk
i love you man. i hope we fuck some serious shit up this summer.
i just remember sliding through the snow and yelling i love america before puking on the oncoming cars
I said that I'm avoiding parties and guys, and the freshman girl just laughed
he's singing something in russian and knocking over my plants with his dick, get his drunk ass out of my apartment
HE STUCK IT IN THE FISHBOWL WTF
I feel like cursing someone's first born child right now. Like I wanna maleficent some bitch.
I vaguely remember us chasing shots by licking each other's faces last night. Our friendship has reached another level completely.
I just walked through the door and she ran up to me, hugged me, unzipped my pants and immediately started sucking my dick. Good day.
True fear is being unable to remember where you hid your weed and vibrator in your parent's house.
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
Thanks for letting me cross "getting high at park with children" off my bucket list
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