i’m not like other girls. actually, i’m nothing like other girls. and that girl u saw get on the bus earlier isn’t like other girls either. it’s surprising, really. it’s almost as if everybody is different from each other. holy shit
my life is one big “wow ok”
Can i skip to the part in my life where i will wake up next to you?
me: what’s for dinner?
her: *spreads her legs*
so, did you not cook or ….. cause popeyes closes at 10 and i need to leave now if i’m gon make it.
I could go for a nice make-out session up against a wall right about now.
i wish people had crushes on me