james lee house


Kayascods: my favourite

“Oh my God,” Iwona exclaimed, emerging from the bathroom stall of the James Lee house just moments after a jock had burst out and left the restroom. She could hear the distant sound of the DJ in the quad, attempting to hype a tired crowd up. “I embarrassed myself so bad. God. I don’t even know his name. I accidentally bit his nipple so hard it bled and he looked so red in the face, I swear to God he looked like he was about to combust.”