I found my laptop, credit card, and a bottle of Morgan all on the counter this morning. I'm scared to see what gets delivered to my house this week.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
Just bought myself a coach diaper bag. I thought it would be perfect for school. the baby bottle holders are where i'm gonna put my booze
im wtih 32a right now bc 34d is on her period. now i know how girls feel when their hookups go from magnums to regulars
you yelled "who's job is it to keep me from breaking shit" and then immediately ripped off the molding as you fell down the stairs.
He's crying and calling me out on using him. It's awful. And I'm too drunk to leave.
I should also mention that having been a sheltered child, I am conditioned to have serious kinks and find upper bodies of either sex attractive. And legs.
Just puke out the sadness. Like a fuckin dragon.
Man, I want to make his penis a sandwich.
There was a trampoline and tequila. It was glorious.
And I was like "take off the damn flower crown, we're about to have sex not post an indie picture on tumblr"
why not an indie porn pic then
i don't think i have enough personality to make it through this date sober.
My eye was non-stop itchy for like an hour... I thought burying my face in your ass caught up with me
What are you bringing to class tomorrow?
sorrow
you asked me how to turn on the ladder
Randomize
