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My laundry detergent is like my sex life: 4 pumps=1 load.
Chadron State College
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I drank an entire bottle of vodka and walked around town for what I thought was 30 minutes. It was 6 and a half hours and I woke up by McDonald's.
Slippery Rock University
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During senior week I didn't have anything else so I chased my shot with old ramen broth... Probably my lowest point of college.
St. Mary's College of MD
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so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
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I actually had an advisor ask me why I don't smoke weed. I have seizures and stuff, and yeah THC has shown to be helpful with seizures, but the stuff just isn't for me and the current medication I'm on works perfectly fine. When I told her that she said I should try it out and gave me the name of a dispensary in town. - University of Colorado Boulder
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I had a boyfriend (that i thought i loved very much) when I went to college, not even a week there I cheated on him...guess I didn't. - Missouri state university west plains
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Never been kissed. Living in desperate jealousy of the sexually confident. - Agnes Scott College
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My roommate from hell walked in on my boyfriend going down on me. She stood in the door for like 5 minutes before saying that she was going to get breakfast. After that boyfriend and I broke up she asked me what we were doing. We were both 19- Lamar University
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After my boyfriend broke up with me for not giving him my virginity, I fucked a guy a week later after the super bowl. He was much bigger anyways.
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This fuckboy frat boy I used to hook up with once told me I couldn’t do better than him. I’ve hooked up with two of the hottest guys I know since him. Thought that was the best revenge against him until I realized I’m pregnant. Guess he won. UofC
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I'm so broke living on my own in NYC that I signed up for a sugar daddy website, which is now my main source of income and my parents and friends think I'm a dog walker🙃. The oldest guys I've seen are at least 40 but I've fucked every single one of them. Some experiences better than others. Alot I'd like to not remember. But money is the motive.Now my HS principle is trying to fuck me.Even bought me a new phone. Adulting is fucking expensive and I'm honestly disgusted w/ myself. JOHNJAYCOLLEGE
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I went this whole year stealing everything I needed from Walmart. Not because I didn’t have money but because I don’t agree with the company and what it does to its employees. #Liberator
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I'm gonna be freshman this fall and tbh I'm so so so so excited to go college I wanna go do a little casual sexual experimentation lmao like if there's ever a time to go around kissing girls I gotta be drunk & feelin free & in college to do it and I'm just sort of really excited to try new stuff out ya feel me // University of Wyo
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Attending The Juilliard School is like signing yourself up for depression and anxiety.
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I almost had a threesome on a giant bean bag chair last night. I love college
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Confession: So my friends and I are high-school aged on a college campus and we take our high school classes on campus, as we are a Middle College High School. About a month ago during our Tuesday English class a man walked into our classroom with food and ate some noisily for 30 seconds before saying "This shit hella good." and walking out. The teacher looked like she was gonna bust his ass for disrupting an already hard-to-control class of 15-year-olds
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