Pretty sure that I’m going to die from sexual frustration before the year ends.

I’m dumb. But it’s almost October, so all the spooky stuff will chill me out. Bleh.

"Drunk text me. Text me when the music is loud and there are girls dancing around you and you’re not quite coherent and you’re not quite yourself. Drunk text me that you love me or that you miss me or that I’m on your mind. Let the alcohol tell me all the things you won’t say sober."

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