So on facebook, the pictures from my church mission trip are right up next to the pictures of my first time on E. Sorry Jesus.
He seems like he has feelings, which is completely unacceptable; esp for a boy in college.
I'm wearing the bright blue sombrero all through the airport as a sign of triumph that I survived spring break. I'm getting compliments
he stopped making out with me and said "can I make you grilled cheese? I feel like I owe YOU something"
I can count the number of hours she's been sober this weekend on one hand.
um, yes. it's my birthday, of course there will be acid.
Bathrooms are cool, I think Im just gonna hang out here for a bit.
the creek. my friends left me at a party next thing i know im in a breaststroke relay race with a bunch of randos in the dark
I feel like death gave me a hand job
I overcharge people for their weed so you can have yours for free, because I care
I would sacrifice a finger for two more hours of sleep.
Pretty good. They took the stitches out but it still hurts like a bitch. The doctor says I should be off crutches by next week.
Well, that's good. Let's hope drunk you doesn't sabotage you.
Did you smoke and go to the aquarium again?
So apparently I tried texting you last night to tell you I wasn't coming home, but all I had typed were lyrics from Evita
I've started recycling nudes. Why should I take new pictures for every single man?
Randomize
