piano lessons. No girlfriend. What's up.
For some reason, Oliver from Hannah Montana reminds me of pudding.
That's cute.
I don't know. The next thing I remember we were in the walmart parking lot making out.
so i just realized i am an alcoholic. I was making some tomato soup because im still sick, and put vodka in it. sad huh? lets go out!
mowing the lawn. still drunk. If my dad doesn't appreciate this I swear I'm dissowning everyone including him
Also, my drunkenly packed sleepover kit consisted of a singular sock, my uncharged laptop, and a pack of post-it notes.
I have a challenge for you: find out where you are. you will receive Taco Bell if you succeed
well I have to shit but I'm too hungover to push, and I snorted advil so I wouldn't have to swallow it and throw up.. hungover is an understatement.
When I woke up everyone at the party was in their underwear. Only you guys were playing strip pong.
Yes, we all have the power to convince a large amount of people to take their clothes off
He probably tastes like german chocolate and coffee beans
Seriously though, my ovaries are trying to crawl out of my body and into his pants.
Based on your 5AM twitter activity I gather you found MORE FREE COKE??
he just kept texting even after we lit his shoelaces on fire. he just calmly walked into the pool... still texting.
We get drunk and make out in different places. Is that what love is?
I love how fuckboys immediately become cultured when I tell them I’m an artist.
YOU ATE THE FUCKING GOLDFISH!?
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