There's just this way he looks at me that makes me want to suck his soul out through his dick.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
It could have went better. They kicked us out of the casino and I drunkenly whipped her across the face with a fishing pole. Long story.
You know what's soul crushing? Walking to subway and find out you were too drunk to put on shoes and being denied service.
Um. I literally have no words.
I thanked her dad for "firing off a good one" when she was conceived. She said thats why he doesnt like me.
He said he wanted to go to France " just to piss in the nice areas". I want to fuck him.
He stumbled into my room, flopped on my bed, shoes on my pillow and asked me for a juice box. Then fell asleep with the juice box on his forehead.
So I found where you barfed in my house. Just wanted to let you know that my cat barfed on the kitchen floor in a show of solidarity
I took so my adderall all I can do is lie on my floor and stare too hard at my hedgehog. He has 42 spines in the dark spot on his shoulder btw.
My mom comes home from her weekend with her lesbian co-workers and asks "You wanna know how I got these bruises?" I've never been more torn about anything EVER.
I'm scared to touch anything in this apartment. Even the ceiling.
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
Imma go take shower so I can cleanly change into my drinking underwear.
Getting on a bus with a beer pong table. I am proof we can make this campus fun.
How many Hail Marys does a girl need to say to get some quality nudes?
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