I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
You don't need id to drink rum in an alley.
i am devastated. she was DTF and I was about to puke, i told her to wait outside my room for a second. Puked. Passed out woke up, she was gone. Found puke stains on my keyboard that seem to spell out youporn....
should i be impressed or disgusted that i was spitting glow-in-the-dark?
all I know is I'm really rwfly really really stoned and a bunch of Korean people are yelling at me
"Shots" of grape juice. I fucking hate Utah soooo fucking much.
This is my transition from small talk texts to booty call texts. Coming over?
Quite the smooth talker. There in 5.
Ya I know. She's self aware though, like the terminator. Which is the best kind of crazy�
I should have been on a postcard. I was sitting in the middle of the forest with a plate full of pot brownies and missing you.
Giving you good advice and being naked are not mutually exclusive.
I feel as if I need Plan B just being in the same room as them for more than 5 minutes.
I just need to stick to one night stands and delete social media
I'm actually kinda upset that we didn't consider velcro-ing detachable capes to our clothes before this moment.
Some guys phone started vibrating on the tv. I answered mine. That's how high I am.
uh...sober saturday NEVER has a good ring to it.
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