20% DRUGS. 50% SEX. 30% ROCK AND ROLL
- sext: fist me like u tryna get the last couple pringles
i never really liked
my name
much
until i found out
what it tastes like
when you sigh it
into my
mouth
(via eggsandbeans)
She lit my cigarette then promptly handed me a bag of wine, looked me in the eyes and slurred solemnly “I know you can do it.” I drained the bag, and she clapped and put her arms around me, her face so close to mine that it would have been rude not to kiss her. So i did.
A second later she starts kissing down my neck, a hand up my shirt.
“I’m on rumspringa!” she announces.
“Rum…rumspringer? Huh?” I asked. “What is that?”
She bit me. “RUMSPRINGA RUMSPRINGA RUMSPRINGA! I’m Amish and I have a month to decide if I want to go back and marry my boyfriend or stay here! I KNOW!!!!!!” She laughs and starts maniacally jumping up and down at the expression on my face.
We lost each other a few minutes later, as easily distracted drunk people tend to do. I guess I’ll never know what she ends up choosing. Fucking pennsylvania, man.
(via cavewitch)
(via mindlessmunkey)
sorry for the dudes that work at the pho shop down the road…i know you’re trying to just have a nice restaurant and i come in every other fucking day in pajama pants, socks and sandals, a t shirt without a bra and rat nest hair.
(via hermione-ganja)
