Cleveland boys shit in their own pumpkins in their own living room. Got pictures to prove it.
I'm like cupid
You're a whore with a bow and arrow
I just randomly started counting the number of guys that I've hooked up with that are now gay. 11.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
I wonder if he has realized that I have poured all if those shots he bought into the tip jar
After Thursday my breakup "don't screw anybody out of respect" month will be over and I will be set loose. My pussy is purring with anticipation.
I need to stop going to bars and yelling "I could be teaching your kids one day, bitches!"
Only time and a comprehensive case study of all of your relationships will tell.
Every time I'm hungover I just want to watch Harry Potter and cry.
Got out of the uber to projectile vomit in the McDonald's drive thru. Gonna take a break from the Cuervo for a while.
We do have a rich storied history of emotional warfare
new low: I blocked him from seeing my snapchat story in hopes he will text me because he'll be afraid I'm dead or something
I think I may have fully transcended this spectrum of life. I can see beams of light man. Down to the photons
What
The only downside is I can't stop skipping
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
Nothing ruins your day more than waking up to you dogs crotch in your face
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