Yo dont text me then not text me
hide the guitars, Nate just learned to play free fallin'
i've decided that sluttiness is like a disease, it can lay dormant in you for years and then one day you go to college and with all the booze and drugs and boys and time on your hands symptoms begin to show then one day BAM you're a huge slut. it's like how izzie had skin cancer and it grew into brain cancer.
i dont know you, but i just did a line with your business card.
So it turns out my dad calls his penis "John" which means he either named me after his penis or his penis after me
I would not wish his dick upon my worst enemy
I want to be ashamed of the things we do this weekend
Um...celebrating is an understatement. You flashed the guy at the mexican restaurant and then screamed, "It's just my bikini, I swear!"
Wait. Wine + Crossbow..?
Lmfao I'm not trying to have a pissing contest over acid with my mom.....
If you could watch a water balloon run... That's what it's like watching her run.
Sweet tea and masterbation. It's how I manage.
He sent me a selfie with his cat. He has found a way to my heart. And pants.
I hate that I will forever be known as the girl who puked on the front lawn. That only happened once.
Jack and I got in a huge fight at 6am. He fell asleep when I was giving him head so I freaked. We were both black out so I made a memo in my phone reminding me
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