I'm not really sure actually. until I fell in love with a boy (which was just a few weeks ago) I thought my attraction to men was purely physical.
so you were gay...and then you realized you were EVEN MORE gay
the line for where the wild things are looks like radiohead had sex with an urban outfitters
just threw up in the bushes outside my lecture hall. sometimes i hate the freedom college gives you.
so apparently mom and dad slept together on the first date
i guess it runs in the family.
If he starts "inventing" things cut him off. The last thing he invented was chocolate chip green beans and he destroyed my kitchen
I got mine. It's a truly beautiful penis. Plus he pulled his tongue muscle on my vagina.
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
I had to photo shop your nipple piercings. that was extremely awkward.
So the first 4 hours of my morning was equivalent to seeing under water. Things were starting to get better until I remember I drank mustard for free stuff and flossed my teeth with a strand of hair from a stranger in the bathroom.
He said he looked out his window and I was sitting in the grass with blood everywhere talking to a dog.
Got an egg Mcmuffin combo, and put the hash brown in the sandwich. That level of hungover
That shit was hard as fuck. It felt like a mountain entering my vagina.
i found you laying on the floor staring at the ceiling and you kept muttering "why" in various inflections.
All I'm wearing right now is a condom and a sock.
Just one?
Yup. One sock.
how does that bad decision feel?
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