i have no concept of time, i feel my nose, and im seeing everything in bitty hexagons.
Hemmingway ran to paris to avoid going to the university of illinois and becoming a doctor. It was there he developed a drinking problem. I need a plane ticket.
I'd like to say he was whispering sweet nothings into my ear all night but really he was just whispering "pussyyy"
whoever set the energy saving light timer in the lobby bathroom cleraly has no concept how long a work dump takes
is pulling out brownies in the middle of class on 4/20 just too obvious?
Also, upon examining the photos, I have concluded that you were the sloppiest drunk girl of the night. And that's saying something considering Hurricane Jessica was in town.
I mean, who doesn't have an ex involved with bath salts?
Either I think of sex like a man, or all the men in Vegas are women.
We peed together in a dark alley while holding hands. That is a bond that can never be broken.
I gave him head during Pitch Perfect 2, I felt like the Bella's were cheering me on with their back up tunes
I think our maternal nature is best focused on grown ass men and cats.
I just masturbated at work... Don't know why but I thought you should know
I need your opinion, is it ACTUALLY sweet that a booty call offered to walk me home with an umbrella because it was raining, or is that just low standards?
I'm always down for nudity.
I need to leave my mind and my stupid vagina are having fight over who's right
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