i was like. eff you dude i'm 100% american. i went to a high school prom and i like springstein songs and i take rides in chevrolets.
It's like a parade of train wrecks.
i realized boys travel in groups of 3's and girls travel in 4's..thats why it gets so tricky
like hot dogs and buns.
She was knocking on the tree demanding to be let in
Update: I just puked into a sock. It was the only thing available at the time. Why I happened to be holding a sock, we may never know.
You scratched my dick last night. It deserves an apology and I fell that actions speak louder than words when it comes to apologies like this.
Theres a picture of me with cut up clothes rolling in the policeman's lawn, I missed you, summer.
Somehow me not being able to breathe due to cocaine doesn't seem very domesticated.
I know this is really fun but I don't wanna glow anymore
Also they do not have any come back to america, i miss my fuck buddy cards at Hallmark.
Just high enough for therapy.
I'm going to give blood tomorrow. Prepare yourself for pictures and a cynical poem about the heart and its level of tangibility.
I have just found the cubicle of sustenance. And I will rejoice at all the families that have not found this magic. This vodka cubicle of magic.
I'm high. The text bubbles floating do no justice to the underwater experiences
It's a sad night when one of your friend texts you that she's going on a date with someone you know and then invites you to maybe have a drink after
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