my soul wont recognize me after tonight
shes trying to light up her bowl in front of the fan. everytime it blows it out she just gives it a dirty look.
I mean I'm basically single. Or maybe just an asshole. Either way.
Between the two of us weve fucked every guy at this table
i told them to call me paula dean as i was making all 10 for $10 boxes of pizza rolls in the microwave
thanks for paying me in special brownies...but brownies dont pay the rent...anymore.
at least you know where his tattoos end, so it wasn't a complete waste of time.
Absolutely. I could drink and smoke that memory away in a matter of years at my current rate.
holy shit i just had sex in a phone booth i so feel young again
I think I will always strangely appreciate as well as kick ass at stoned dishes. Like for the rest of my life. Thank you slave job at Starbucks.
i was so high i thought the horse on my poster was running
it was like fucking a Mumford & Sons song
He's so in love with you that you could fuck a blood relative and he'd be like "I just want you to be happy"
Mom has wine in a to go cup. It's that kind of night.
Sitting naked, eating lucky charms with rain boots on
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