um. i met him on myspace...we text now, he lives down the street
Sundays have taken on a whole new meaning when I'm not in bed with an excruciating hangover.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
i hate always having to make my eye shadow look really good since my eyes always end up closed by the end of the night in pics
Besides asking our teacher if he enjoyed being fisted did I have any other tragic moments last night?
Exactly. Because my vagina can't be consoled with words. It requires a thicker form of communication
Omg. I wanna lecture the drug dealer about how highschool should not be his glory days.
With a breakfast like weed and a fun size twix before a dentist appointment you can see exactly how I handle being an adult
Just go to your happy place. Mine is with Jake Gyllenhaal & schnapps
I'm gonna hop on that dick and ride it into the sunset
I'm really going to need you to stop yelling Campari.
We watched X-Files, ate pizza, and he played with my butt. It was a pretty standard Monday.
Well, if it's rabies, your lips will swell just prior to the frothing. Get a lot of good pics!
the gnome is staring at me and the pineapple is wearing shorts. I don't want to do this anymore.
I am in no place to make rational decisions, but right now i want you inside me
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