Drunken Bliss

Drunking games amidst shots dedicated to the italians
The fireball burns and eventually I feel nothing
I am invincible I say
He says no you’re just stupid
My first game of beer pong
Lover and I face pothead and pothead
I make the winning shot
3 2 off set
Gentlemens cup
Boom.
Burnt pancakes at midnight
A stolen kiss
A rough kiss
The promise of a ravished body.
To go home
Abother shot.
Bliss
B
Bl
Bli
Blis
Bliss.

geekstep:

niggercakes:

hungarian:

say “oh my god look at the blood on her pants” in a crowded hall & the girls who turn around are the ones on their period

alright satan lets take it down a notch sweetie

Says tumblr user niggercakes

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