Made love to a Dominican chick; played with her clit and made her moan in spanish
my blog is acting stupid.
ok cool wasn’t planning to use it you know…
roses are red
violets are blue
will you make out with me
no why are you running away
Reblogged from: thatfunnyblog
I feel sick to my stomach
I really don’t want to talk to my best friend or her.. I mean I don’t really know why; it’s not because I want to hide something; I guess I just want to talk to someone who doesn’t know me, but everyone seems so caught up in their own problems to listen. Anyways, I wanted to meet you someday; I’ve heard of all the stuff you did for me and what kind of person you were and I never got the chance to meet you, but I know how much you loved me and it feels so hard to grasp. I never had to deal with this before. I remember this dream I had a long time ago where you were here and you picked me up and put me on your knee but I was like 4 .. and there were no words in this dream but I always fused it with reality.. always kind of believed that it happened and I had met you; but now that you’re gone I’ll never get the chance. The phone calls; we can’t even have those .. and I can’t go to see you get put into the ground but I don’t think I’d even be able to just sit there knowing the first time I get to meet you was at your funeral. I’ll never understand why or how this stuff happens. Either you just went and now it’s an endless black sleep or you go to heaven or your soul leaves your damn body and whatever. I never heard so much crying, yelling, screaming,and cursing in my life but I finally get it. Never was I sad about things like this: death .. whatever. I heard, i sat in silence not sad but not happy , just unchanged but two minutes ago I thought about how it’s over. No more calls; no more hopes to ever meet .. nothing . I’ve never cried so hard in my life
