i think i would be perfectly content if, on my deathbed, i could look back on a life that didn't have any fisting in it
the roller ball on my blackberry is the closest i've come to touching a clit in 2 years.
When I got to his place, he served wine and cheese and made me sit on the balcony while he read his poetry to me. He cockblocked himself.
I'm scared. I feel like she's my mom and she just walked in on me having sex. Like she's "disappointed"
i just kept saying he was red & i was blue and we couldnt become purple. I started crying at one point
I definitely did a line of something I don't know with a Pagan biker. I make good decisions.
I drink way too much to have a type. Last weekend I picked up a guy who calls me "baby girl"
Didn't know what to wear so I ripped off my bed sheets and tied myself a toga. "a little hungover" is no way to describe me right now.
Can we talk about the fact that I plucked weed off your ass this morning like it's a normal thing to do?
You will never truly trust yourself until you have shaved your armpits, legs, and vagina in the dark.
You drink it until you puke in a vent one time and it's ruined forever.
He broke the bed, AND shit in the closet. What a way to lose his virginity. What a night.
let your parents know i'm sorry i ran around the house pretending their metal detector was a "booze detector"
I've decided it's okay if I take a pregnancy test every month. Then I can be like, "Good job, self, way to not procreate this month!"
I have a mild substance abuse problem, but I'm still a functioning member of society. America.
Randomize
