the roller ball on my blackberry is the closest i've come to touching a clit in 2 years.
some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
I puked all over his apartment, then slept with the skinniest girl here. Which isn't saying much in Ohio.
oh, you know. just sitting in my bed high as fuck wearing a windbreaker and watching british tv.
Apparently you need a permit for a flamethrower.
cheese fries, coffee, with a side of dry heaving in the bathroom at the diner on campus at 5am. never felt better.
perfect irony that i'm celebrating international women's day with a yeast infection
I wish the sun would stop judging me for being drunk while it's still shining.
Well I can't go home with anyone tonight bc I stuffed my bra
A big toe in my vag is not foreplay.
When you're high, you dance like an injured velociraptor.
Talked to the dude for a hour . I now know where he lives, his occupation, his goals, his dreams and what his dick looks like.
I'm 4,715,723% sure I don't give a fuck.
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
I can't be a daydrinker without you. It just doesn't work.
I love you too.
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