how about we pass the bowl to the girl in the friend zone first.
I need to stop posting about the dude I like. Some of his friends follow me on here and that’d be awkward if they told him what I post about him.
If you pull me on your lap there is a 101% chance I’m going to make out with you.
eating fucking gram crackers is like going into a beehive.
The lack of tattoos on my body is highly upsetting.
I’m high as fuck.