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What'd you expect?
Condoms?
Ho-ho-holy shit. I’m getting married.
Starting up again
Wow. I hadn’t written anything in a long time. I hadn’t documented my journey so here we go.
You’ve become so damaged that when someone tries to give you what you deserve, you have no fucking idea how to respond.
(via poisonights)
i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
Girls are a fucking gift don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
Last Sunday home until going back to the big city…window open cause rain, croissants, apples dipped in almond butter, and of course coffee.
me: *catches myself being judgmental* me to me: i did not raise u this way