# days @ Coachella: 1 people i showed how to break it down: 279
i hate always having to make my eye shadow look really good since my eyes always end up closed by the end of the night in pics
he confused my yawn for an orgasm
My relaxing drive may end up as a surprise bootycall in Pittsburgh. Don't try to stop me.
Its what happens when I drink whiskey in a sweater. It makes me feel mature and ponderful.
That one life defining moment when you catch yourself pouring whisky into your hot chocolate at 4 am, whilst crying and talking to your dog.
THIS TIME TOMORROW MY VAG IS GONNA BE BRAND SPANKING NEW.
Omg having my Grindr go off at the planned parenthood is just not okay
Oh yeah I remember when I first saw Kyler's balls. If there's anything high school swim prepared me for, it's the amount of testicles I would see here
I remember sitting in your lap naked saying I don't want to be all looks while you gently rocked me back and forth
Are we at that point yet where I can just say "I want you to sit on my face"? If not, want to go out for "drinks"?
I thought since you asked to see my dick I might as well say hi
So when he asked me to go on a date tonight, I didn't think the words "have you tried a suppository" would be part of the evening.
You know, this is NOT how I pictured my life would be when I was younger, and yet here we are.
There is a sex dungeon behind the wine cellar. This is why I hate showing foreclosures.
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