Some days I think I want a boyfriend and then I see something on the Internet or just see a man on the street and remember they are just to be used for their penis and that is all. I can get my emotional fulfillment elsewhere. As in a block of wood. A wet leaf. A cinderblock.
You weren’t a college freshman in 2016 if you didn’t get smashed to the following songs:
1) Broccoli -d.r.a.m.
2) Closer -the chainsmokers
3) Caroline -aminé