people who say “billie eyelash” have the same energy as dads in 2009 saying “justin beaver” trying to make their daughter’s friends laugh on the way to soccer practice
thinking about how some people’s perception of me is based off who i was in high school plus my current twitter presence........................... i’m so sorry y’all
dating someone who’s 27 will have me like “wow they’re SOOOOO much older than me, like SO much older oh no is our age gap inappropriate?????” and then i remember that i just turned 25
last night i forgot to close out my tab at a bar, and they said over an intercom “alex murdoch, please come close your tab” and then everyone started BOOING ME. i felt like the main character of a disney channel original movie walking through a cafeteria of BULLIES
hey there delilah, what’s it like in new york city? i’m a thousand miles away but girl tonight you look so pretty
hey delilah
hey
hey
hey
listen here you fucking ugly bitch you think you’re too good to respond to me? i just asked a simple question you fucking whore, fuck u
i miss going to bars and meeting guys who went to ivy league schools and being like “yale? i’ve never heard of that, is it like a small liberal arts school?” and watching them implode
of course i’m gonna put all my eggs in one basket??? what’s the alternative, carrying like 12 different baskets for each egg? that’s impractical, i would look like a fool
him, trying to hook up with me: yeah your twitter is SOOOOOOO FUNNY 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 like seriously so funny 😂😂😂 hahahahahaha 🤣🤣🤣laughing my ass off fr 🤣😂😂😂😂
when asap rocky said “she came, i came, now what’s my name?” he was asserting that casual sex should involve both parties reaching an orgasm and that a personal connection must be made by sharing personal info (i.e, names). in this essay i will-
i’m a woman, im jewish, im queer, a coastal elitist, raised by a liberal in the washington post for fuck’s sake, and im still conservative. bc no matter what i only care about giving the sloppiest top this earth has ever seen
going on a date when it’s raining is humiliating. my hair is done, my makeup is popping, and my titties are out. now i shall complete the look with a massive rain jacket zipped up to my chin. embarrassing!