now there's a facebook group for all the people whose lives i've ruined
some how when im high sleep beats hunger...its like how paper beats rock it doesnt make any fucking sense but it still happens
look out your window.... he's holding his iphone up like a boombox playing you beach boys
he just told me i make him happier than drugs. that's some serious shit right there
Where are you and why am I suddenly responsible for your taquitos?
Rain ponchos don't count as shirts at the bar. FYI.
Where are you?! I require drunk, males and possibly crying. Vomiting is optional and/or optimal as is karaoke.
Marking my student's "don't do drugs" posters while simultaneously texting my dealer, is this what being a grown up is like?
I have no idea, but there's a bus parked in front of my house and like 6 texts saying im gonna prove my love. this is either really really awesome or really really bad.
I would agree. Whose business is it if I like to guzzle vodka by the liter on my of time? Answer: mine.
I need ecstasy. And, before you ask, the answer is yes right now
NOT ALL OF US HAVE THE HANDS OF GODDAMN ANGELS YOU KNOW
I think it's getting serious, we started a jigsaw puzzle together.
Are u alive? If u are, you deserve an award.
What's your fascination with fucking to the Lion King Soundtrack?
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