So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I am puke
I am telling you that nothing wakes you up like stomach acid exiting your nostrils at 10AM
remind me in the morning to get the random kid out of the closet and to clean the pudding off the wall
and then he tried plucking my nose hairs. lines were crossed.
He wears a hat. All the time. Even during sex. And I'm okay with that.
kool aid jammers and 151...our childhood has officially been corrupted.
Im pretty sure that girl just said "Im taking you home even if your girlfriend has to come too." Why are we here again?
I hope one day I make out with someone in a taco truck :(
I'm glad I inspire you to reach for the stars
Or a taco
yeah, I'm getting gagged by the cock of fate
It was one of those "how did I get to my bed and what am I wearing" mornings.
Pooping with Eye of the Tiger playing. Not a single fuck shall be given.
TYLER OWES ME SO MUCH
I LET A CREEPY MAN I DONT KNOW SUCK ON MY NIPPLES
Not only do I have a well-defined bite mark on my arm, but I also have a perfectly clear bruise of a handprint wrapped around my arm like a tribal tattoo. Thoughts on how that happened?
She threw my purse across the room almost broke a lamp and this all started bc she forgot what an air mattress was
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