Lost Cause

Don’t know how it protects me from Ebola but alright alright. If it keeps me safe

My freshmen year roommate was a complete fucking disaster but he would throw parties and everyone would pass out in our living room and every morning I left for class at 7am I would just get little choruses of “have fun at class, good luck” from hungover stoners and let me tell you, as someone who thrives off attention and positive reinforcement, this setup really worked for me

I really appreciate the palette consistency through these.

shawty cum thru

Amen

SNEAKS OUT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT YEAH TIGHT DRESS WITH THE TOP CUT LOW SHES ADDICTED TO THE FEELING OF LETTING GO LET IT GO SHE WALKS IN AND THE ROOM JUST LIGHTS UP BUT SHE DOESNT WANT ANYONE TO KNOW THAT IM THE ONLY ONE THAT GETS TO TAKE HER HOME TAKE HER HOME BUT EVERY TIME I TELL HER THAT I WANT MORE SHE CLOSES THE DOOR SHES NOT AFRAID OF ALL THE ATTENTION SHES NOT AFRAID OF RUNNING WILD HOW COME SHES SO AFRAID OF FALLING IN LOVE SHES NOT AFRAID OF SCARY MOVES SHE LIKES THE WAY WE KISS IN THE DARK BUT SHES SO AFRAID OF FALLING IN LOVE

Lol. I love how easy she did it. Just a touch on the arm to say “cool it. This is my verse.”

My dad just told me that when he was my age he tripped on acid a lot and every time he tripped he found the meaning of life but by the time he was sober he had forgotten it. So, he told himself that the next time he tripped he would write it down. So he tripped again, and went and wrote it down and when he woke up he was so excited to see everything that he wrote so he went and opened the notebook and all it said was “orange juice”.