I'm at subway, this 8 year old kid is judging my fashion sense with his dad. I want to kill myself.
It's ok, he's just 8, he's not judging you.
He just asked why I'm sitting alone. I honestly want to cry.
i just woke up to seventeen texts from you saying all the things you would have done for a french fry.
So I just bought underwear that says "I'm taken." Just know that when I cheat on my bf with you, that's what I'm wearing
I think theres a high possibility i could be flammable.
We talk about tequila and blow jobs the way that normal people talk about the news and the weather.
just got home. some guy on my porch is tryin to show me his balls. no more parties at my apartment.
I really want to shower but i'm afraid i'll sober up. My mouth feels like a stripper pole too...
I remember all the people and all the acts I just have to match the person with the act
when I said energy drinks I meant cocaine
Let's buy some Wrangler jeans and be real live men.
What's his name?? He crossfits 6 times a week, works in finance & is into the occasional felony class drug. His name is irrelevant in order to know if I wanna bone him again.
AND HOLY SHIT FLUBBER IS ON NETFLIX
Just paid for my STD meds using a giftcard I got for Christmas. Thanks mom.
just found a picture from last night.
the one of you riding a horse with nothing but a bulletproof vest on?
uhm.... no?...
honestly, you deserve someone taller anyways
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