I love when you look at me exactly like this.
And the next words that escape your lips are:
Meeting someone new who is content to just hold your hand while watching a scary movie, opens doors for you, and tells you flat out that they like you and enjoy spending time with you… It feels wonderful. Is this what normal dating is like? Because if it is, I’ve seriously been missing out on the good parts. I am cautiously optimistic, this feels too good to be true but I refuse to ruin it by being paranoid.
I could use a little bit of this. Or a lot.
i love white people
The struggle is REAL.
Seriously, I did this with habaneros. Had to stick my face in a bowl of milk.
Sunlight on your skin, sex, passion. Three of the most exhilarating feelings in the world.
I NEED physical contact right now. Preferably of the dirty, sexual variety.
"You’re gone and I’ve gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind. Spend my days locked in a haze trying to forget you babe. I fall back down, gotta stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you."