I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
i tried to get you to come inside, but you insisted on throwing up in the flowers "because they're pretty."
I'm like a wolly mammoth down there. what do I tell him?
It totally doesn't make me a groupie if I hooked up with him before he was in the Olympics
We went to his house and he brought a jar of pickles to bed. I think im in love.
He tied my whole arm, in its cast, to the headboard first. He mumbled something about safe, sane, and consensual?
Standing in front of the open refrigerator with a 3/4 empty bottle of wine eating Bac-o's from the jar, topless. Somebody really should've taught me better coping skills.
Nothing like the It's a Small World ride at Disneyland to remind you to take your birth control. I took it on the boat yesterday
I'm sitting at work trying to dust glitter off my pants. I can't hang out with her anymore.
He thinks he's a sex addict. Just. My. Type.
I just put bronzer on my abs to snapchat nudes. If that's not going hard I don't know what is
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
His dick is a spiritual experience and meditation is very important to me.
Decided to stay in tonight. Completely sober. Just got two drunken booty calls within 5 minutes of each other. This is my life.
He sent me a text saying his breakfast today was leftover mead and some fruit salad
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