you called me at 4 in the morning to tell me that your toaster burnt your english muffin, and that you "fuckin hated that thing."
video games are the ultimate cock blocker
the last thing i remember is you screaming lets hunt humans.
the beat of "birthday sex" is shockingly similar to my dry heaving rhythm. it's making me nauseous all over again.
She bit a glass in half.
WE'RE FINALLY ADMITTING THAT WE DESPERATELY WANT TO SCREW EACH OTHER. THIS IS WHAT PROGRESS FEELS
Last night when you stole the construction sign you told me to tell you that first you did it for the money Than you did it for the music But mostly you did it for your family
I went in the closet and cried, then the bathroom and cried, and lastly he showed me his penis and I cried. It was a weird night.
I wish I cared about making my vagina as presentable as you do.
I just realized I haven't had a date or a potential possibility of a date in about a year. Then I realized I wanted to actually go on a date. But I'm sitting here getting high instead of being at a party. Life.
I've decided that I'm okay with you getting a goat. I have to get over my completely rational fear of goats somehow.
I've reached the last of the wine in my cup so now I have to sit up in my bed to get it through the crazy straw
If you wake up with half a an eyebrow.... I'm pretty sure it was a good time.
I may or may not have puked near a bear on the side of the road this morning.
My brain is like a TV with 10 channels, 9 of them are static and the other one just plays that one Nagito Komaeda edit on loop 24/7
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