I want a boyfriend who will call me cute nicknames and cuddle with me and leave little kisses all over my face and make me food and watch cute movies with me and fuck me so hard I dont walk for 84 days
My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.
Someone will always be prettier, someone will always be smarter, someone will always be younger, but they will never be you.
I found love
- Time stands still when you're close to me. You make me laugh like a child and hold me like you'll never let go. I'm thinking of you always, when you stare at me and smile I wonder what's running through that mind of yours. Is it me? Do you feel what I feel. Do you see what I see. You throw me up in the air, swing me around till were both dizzy, tickle me till I squirm around in your arms. You love comparing your palm to mine and holding it tight right after. You stroke my hair and kiss my forehead, you make me feel special. Waking up in your arms felt like home and you wouldn't let me go. And while you lie next to me, staring into my soul, only one simple joy comes to mind. I've found you.
Sometimes I really wonder what people would think of me if they actually knew the real me. Not the act I put on everyday I leave my house, but the person in my head. Sometimes I even forget who I am because I’m so use to my own fake facade.
I’m that person who rather tune the world out with their music. I’m that person with silent cries and scars you’ll never see. That loner who rather spend time with her pet then actual people. That person whose dying to stay afloat but sinking with every breathe. I’m a broken person but to you I’m a normal human being.
But that’s not me…
I’d die to be that beautiful person because the real me has no future beyond the suffering. And every time I start to feel like there’s no act at all the real me appears, takes all that hope away, and gives me scars.