I'm Sam, Sammi, Sammantha. You choose. I post whatever I please. Working to be happy with myself. Feel free to ask for anything.
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.
I know teen pregnancy isn’t a good thing but parents who spend 9 months telling their children that they are going to be horrible parents and they just fucked up their entire life is even worse! They are going to be a parent in a few months, you can either degrade them or prepare them…