Being alone has allowed me to flourish into a complete weirdo
Is there a reason "Call me when you're legal" is written on my arm? I'm 22..
My body isn't even mad at me...just disappointed
Also, I'd like to add that that I'm not quitting my job, my boss fed me shots at 11 am this morning.
He was standing in the front door with a kareoke machine yelling at the neighbors as the unloaded their van
THERE ARE ENTIRELY TOO MANY HOT UNDERAGE GIRLS HERE FOR THIS TO REMAIN LEGAL.
I'm convinced that college is the only place where one can have an existential crisis over what sweatpants to wear
I was basically shocked at how calmly you accepted my violently shoving a french fry in your mouth.
whoa! who said he's my boyfriend?
Oops. Sorry. That guy you keep accidentally running into in public. And at home. And with your vagina.
I felt like in order for him to make it to mordor and destroy the ring, he'd have to make sweet sweet love to me in some form of hut or cave.
I would of joined had I not blacked out last night and ran around naked breaking things till 4 am
im glad im back to a point in my life where i have enough sex to sometimes be offered and be like naw im good.
Holy shit, I wanna ride him into the horizon.
What happened to no more shots?
It went out the window just like my dreams
I wrote a list of things I enjoy doing. So far it says "get high and go to museums."
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