I would like to feed your fingertips to the wolverines.
and everytime i fart i feel like in your heart, you can hear it
went to library to start paper due tomorrow & took those orange addys u gave. now realizing they were ur xanax. completely fucked and going to fail, but calmly at peace with the situation.
So I made him an imaginary sandwich and told him that the day I didn't have to fake it, neither would he.
From the prices on this menu it looks like I have no choice. I have to blow him.
you should have walked with me to my car. you just missed a girl rip off her bra and throw it into a dumpster and scream mardi gras
How was your 8:30 class today?
Non existent. I just threw up in my water bottle on the bus.
It was the best of bangs; it was the worst of bangs.
Just made a drunk dude do 20 push-ups. In the parking lot of the bar tonight for a keystone light I found in the back of my truck.
Oh yum
My whole sorority girl exterior is just a lie. I'm a fat tumblr girl on the inside.
I bought us both waterproof cases so we can sext through FaceTime in the shower.
Next. Level. Shit.
I'm going to fake an anxiety attack to get to the front of the line. Save me some brisket.
Well. I mean as excuses for running late go, 'losing track of time in the bathhouse' has gotta be up there on the top ten.
cake and sex. what better combination is there.
I woke up naked and surrounded by M&Ms
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