smell my finger.
its simple. when his lips are on my clitoris i want to marry him. when they are speaking i want to kill him.
I don't think requesting him as a BBM contact is proper protocol following vomming in his bed.
Too bad my thesis topic isn't "defining a hot mess: a study in drinking, smoking and other bad life decisions."
Just took my birth control pill next to the cubicle where we had sex last semester.
I just don't know what he sees in my vagina...and that scares me.
I am sufficiently unimpressed with the options available to my freshly shaved self tonight.
He was on my bed looking at me like a sacrifice to the gods of gay sex and he's definitely a bottom. Like Jesus Christ a really, really great ass of a bottom.
He made a playlist to use during sex...that ended with The Ultimate Warrior's entrance music.
Also I think I realized when my life started to turn into shambles.. The day I took my high school senior picture WITH A HICKEY ON MY NECK
I've never SEEN someone give negative fucks before. It's actually rather impressive. I want to study under them.
I just compared my relationship to that double ended dong scene from Requiem. This day just took a turn.
she's pretty fucking smug for someone who has had unprotected sex with a convicted felon
I didn't mean that as an expression. I'm literally asking if you want to watch Netflix and do nothing.
It’s the universal cock block of this decade
FUCK THE COCKBLOCK 19
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