Shiiiit I think I'm getting sick. probably had something to do with the fact that i shared my mouth with everyone last night.
Wait. That came out far sluttier than I intended.
I saw him at work today and he gave me a really awkward "I know what you do drunk" look...
He played with my vagina like it was a turntable
i just saw a white kid with an afro using a martini shaker as a coffee thermos. go college.
She uses empty wine bottles as book ends. 2 on each side. At least 8 shelves.
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
He still lectured me about forgetting shit. Than he said he's gonna paint me green so I can stand in a corner and be a plant.
I honestly don't know if ill make it through the next two hours. The hangover is strong with this one.
So she just had an emotional breakdown over a birthday card with a peacock on it. Yeah. She's pretty drunk, but we made it home safely.
Like an undercooked grilled cheese that got cold again. But hairy.
And there goes my desire for sandwiches. Forever.
every day is bullshit and fuck everyone. That's my motto for the week
Basically I think I'm replacing men/sex with theme parks.
Is it bad that if I found out I couldn't have kids I'd be more pissed that I've been using unnecessary condoms than the fact that I'll never be a mother?
So how was it?
The cemetery or the sex?
he broke off the kiss to ask "can I grab your boob?" like props for asking for clear and concise consent but there HAS to be a sexier way to do it
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