Cold hands, warm shart.
i am so fucked up that i think i'm playing snood in my head.
well..are you winning?
your tears are not going to buy me drinks...
at john mayer concert. alone. to many highschool kids. i feel like a drunk chaperone with a pomegranite martini mustache
i always knew that i'd have sex in your room, i just assumed it would be with you
I wasn't hungover this morning. My head just hurt because someone tried to suction cup a dildo to my forehead.
I just saw the Mona Lisa in the background of a porno. Whole new appreciation for art. fuck you I'm cultured.
Ong my arms are moving wo my consent
There was a group of girls next to us. One was smiling at me. I only remember walking up and saying "oh you're Russian". Not sure where it went from there
"Douchebag of the Year" award goes to the guy who didn't reply to the picture of my tits.
Just thinking about this summer makes me feel a slight tingle of an orgasm mixed with a twinge of regret as the cold ghostly feeling of multiple hangovers creep into my body.
I'm done being subtle here. MOVE INTO MY EXTRA BEDROOM SO WE CAN FUCK WHENEVER AND NOT HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT FINDING PEOPLE TO HAVE CASUAL SEX WITH.
you live like 200 miles from me and I have two years of school left
goddamnit stop pointing out all the flaws in my plan
I just woke up ass naked on top of all my sheets, with no blinds in my room because i used them as togas, my back is killing me, im covered in sharpie, i have no memory of last night, and im pretty sure im still drunk. I consider the night a success
I think I should've done my makeup before I took the acid. Because now I just feel silly looking at myself in the mirror
It was like if the scent of sour milk and burning tires had a baby in taste form.
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