my number is 615-555-1212, <3 your favorite asshole
my soul wont recognize me after tonight
I just made a milkshake without a blender... thats determination
Did I tell you that you looked cute last night? I looked at the pictures. I lied.
My parole officer gave me condoms and a Starbucks gift card ... happy holidays.
I may have just serenaded the sadface couple sitting on a bench outside the dorm by singing Bye Bye Bye.
i feel like i got punched in the cervix. he's a little different in bed than i thought he would be..
I was basically shocked at how calmly you accepted my violently shoving a french fry in your mouth.
WHY DO I WANT TO FUCK EVERY GUY THAT BREATHES
We passed out in his car so I had to find a way to inconspiciously make my walk of shame back inside to go get my shit. To make things more difficult I had no pants and the whole neighborhood was awake
Note to self: don't practice nerdy white girl dance choreography in the company bathrooms no matter how nice the huge mirrors and lighting are.
I have a high opinion of you, you smash bitches. Respect.
Was last night real life? Like did you really light your hair on fire
ONE DAY CAN WE PLEASE HAVE SECRET SEX. PREFERABLY IN AN ANCIENT PYRAMID BUT I'M NOT OPPOSED TO A 4 STAR HOTEL
momentary stint on a second floor library computer...guy next to me snorted blue adderall off his notebook through a cut straw, i cant tell if this guy is my hero or just plain crazy...
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