Last night was so much fun. i kept trying to lick everyone
i wish that high-me and normal-me were two different ppl so that high-me could thank normal-me for setting out a feast before smoking
I wish that high-you wouldn't text me stupid shit at 3:30 in the morning
you ever get that eerie feeling when you walk in a room, when you know youve barfed here before.
I don't care how hungover you are were not listening to enya
Girl next to me in class just said to her friend "and I haven't even cried yet." Challenge accepted
I'm gagging in the liquor aisle just thinking about how much alcohol I'll be drinking this weekend.
Big girls don't cry they get day drunk
I need to puke. I need a shower. I need rehab. I need to detox and puke. I feel like demons are inside of me.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
I seriously need to grocery shop. I have a slice of cheese, and alcohol.
He was like low grade Riff Raff, but I hit it. Twice. His grill popped out the second time.
my life is like one bad, slutty lifetime movie.
I need to get some goddam control over my hormones
I think I'm more excited for Santa to come now that I made a drinking game out of it
Turns out naked yoga wasn't a pickup line. I feel betrayed.
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