I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
better yet, through the bookshelves. like an intellectual glory hole
It snowed today. The whore-inducing weather is official over.
Somewhere between catching the stove on fire and not being aware of it being on fire while I'm in the living room. I drank too much.
i sat alone in my bed and ate pizza and garlic fingers. The icing on the cake was hearing your moans from down the hall.
Gravity stopped and i'm discussing Greek philosophy with two guys I don't know. There's someone asleep on me. We need to use their dealer.
So hung over, I told one of the candidates she's hired if we can turn the lights off and take a nap instead of doing her interview. I feel like she has potential.
She was giving me head while we were in my tree house, my mom then came out to let the dog out so she stopped so I would stop groaning, was it good? You tell me
You asked to borrow my glasses for a moment. Then you whipped them at someone's head.
Remind me to talk to you about nipple clamps.
my ex logged me out of his netflix so im gonna fuck his bestfriend as revenge
this morning's inventory: a top hat, two empty bottles of everclear, half a slim jim, cigars, tiara, pot necklace, and some fishnets. and that's just my purse.
He just told me I was beautiful, whilst I peed into a cup. If this isn't love I don't know what is.
Can’t. It’s taco and dick night.
Are you hungover?
No. I'm hiding under my covers and hoping it doesn't find me.
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