And then I said "flip over. I want to show you something i learned in Afghanistan."
I had it in my eyebrows, my bangs, under one eye, and across both cheeks. Congratulations on the successful and elusive warpaint cumshot.
There is an old man sitting across from me. Phone rang and his ringtone is children giggling, I'm not safe here.
I think jizz is working it's way to becoming my number 1 food source.
Fuck positive energy. I choose drinking instead,
at least if we puke, we will be surrounded by beautiful, non-judgemental trees.
Side note: THE ORIGINAL LION KING IS COMING THE MOVIES AGAIN--3D STYLE. We need to find shrooms.
High school girls are buying me shots. This will not end well.
Girl, that was the lost night of 2012 for me and I have buried that night deep deep away..
P.S. I just made up pleasure scepter for the purpose of that last message.
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
But lunch with my dad really just means an hour and a half of him telling me how he's disappointed and how he knows I'm on drugs
I'm sitting here with a heating pad and a fan on me eating snow caps off of my boobs
Like tbh you're not doing anything that screams I'm drunk and yet nothing says I'm going to spend $30 on McDonalds and make out with a stranger like that picture
death bed.
death patio
stfu you slept on the patio!?!
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