My professor really needs to stop abbreviating. I'll never remember what "Fun. Anal. Trade-offs?" means when i study.
we were fucking and all I could think about is how my silly bands were glowing in the dark.
How many ice cream sandwiches is an acceptable meal replacement?
2.5
I know, but I was really high and I felt like a failure dragon because I could only blow smoke, no fire.
Let's just say a refrigerator got involved and after that I had to send him home.
We're doing it in the traditional way of discussing why we dislike each other while sharing a bowl. Just like the natives do.
I wound up running down the street in 12 degree weather in just my bra and then fell asleep cuddling my bottle. You tell me how last night went.
He smells like cinnamon, and what I imagine to be orgasms
He went to cum on my stomach and somehow it got behind my ear. He's like a fucking jizz Houdini.
Blacked-in to me, shirtless, giving myself finger guns in the mirror and rapping "stacks in the club stacks stacks in the club."
He's driving 2 hours to visit me and he's bringing weed. I love him so much.
Somehow I woke up next to the bouncer who kicked us out of the bar last night...
I swear, I make more use of my creative writing major with sexting than I do with anything else
There's nothing wrong with using cocaine to keep my heart rate up in my fitness class.
Drunk version of me is like a sleeping demon inside of me that awakes to the sound of vodka
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