So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
So when does "going out for one drink" = giving some guy an HJ on the sidewalk?!?
you went around and groping mens pants to see "which was worthy" of you to go home with.
Just woke up. My philosophy paper is a play, and my paper for musical theater is about physics. That's some dank shit you sold me
On my list on ridiculous morning after bus rides home, still sopping wet and carrying a giant straw hat is definitely top five
I'm pretty sure he's lost all respect for me. it probably happened somewhere around the time i had officially slept with every single one of his friends..
thank you for tagging me in all my pictures as "skank" and yourself as "made by the hands of God"
You guys better make it up to the cabin in time for mud wrestling on Saturday. I'm not kidding. You know when I joke, and now is not one of those times.
Apparently, I kept going on about how i'm going to name my first born Ramen. I think this is a good parenting move.
4:37 am. You're wearing underwear and carpet skates. Borderline crying. You want to punch Morgan. Have not stopped singing Give Your Heart a Break.
There's scrapes on the inside of both my thighs.. Because we wanted to get drunk and climb trees naked.
We trekked into the state forest, laid the comforter down and he proceeded to tell me that we could stay here and stargaze, turned me around and fucked me like the lion king.
I ended up sleeping on a park bench. Never using Tinder again.
I am pretty great at coffee and mistakes
My nipples are YOUNG and they need TWISTING
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