stay in bed all day with girl and kiss all parts of her body, some cigarette listen fave music and sleep together, eat pizza play with her hair, kiss on her neck, lips, hug from back and fall asleep
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“The smell of coffee, white dust, tobacco and burnt bread, flowers with a fragrance of wine, and the crimson fruit, soft and overripe. A girl looking over her bare shoulder, with a flash of a smile, gold ear-rings showing from thick black hair brushed away from her face, long arms, a cigarette between her lips. Night like a great dark blanket, voices murmuring at a street corner, the air warm with tired flowers, and a hum from the sea.”
— Daphne du Maurier, from “I Will Never Be Young Again,” published c. 1932
not to be a lesbian but you know when you’re kissing a girl and it’s good and soft and she runs a hand through your hair and you feel her smile into the kiss? fuck i’m gay
what is a better than sex?
- stay in bed all day with girl and kiss all parts of her body, some cigarette listen fave music and sleep together, eat pizza play with her hair, kiss on her neck, lips, hug from back and fall asleep
I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. Who’s going to love the girl that can’t stop crying? The girl that hurts herself? The girl that is losing control? The girl that is so sad she can’t get out of bed? The girl that keeps pushing everyone away? Who’s going to love the monster in me, who’s going to love me now?
Because of you, I have transformed from a girl who was afraid of everything into a girl who will try anything. You have made me dangerous.
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stareI hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much that it makes me sick
It even makes me rhymeI hate the way you’re always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cryI hate the way you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t call
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.
I crave physical affection. I crave skin on skin. play with my hair, hold my hand, touch me, kiss me. I crave you.
Stop apologizing. You don’t have to say sorry for how you laugh, how you dress, how you make your hair, how you do your makeup, how you speak. You don’t have to be sorry for being yourself. Do it fearlessly. It’s time to accept: this is you, and you gotta spend the rest of your life with you. So start loving your sarcasm, your awkwardness, your weirdness, your peculiar habits, your unique sense of humor, your voice, your talents, your everything. It will make your life so much easier to simply be yourself.
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Omgggg can’t handle when guys have curly hair with this haircut. 😍
He’s a work of art
Oh man 😍😍
Well damn

