People don’t listen, they just wait for their turn to talk.
Imagine how cool it would be if just before we died we got to see our life statistics, like how many times we’ve laughed or cried or fell in love or how many hours you’ve spent with friends and family or how many friends you’ve made, how many countries you’ve visited, how many ups, how many downs you’ve had, how many times you’ve kissed someone and you could see your whole life laid out in front of you.
so who do I get in touch with about marrying obama’s speechwriter
I miss how you wanted me.
Claim her, love her, fuck her, spoil her, be faithful to her, trust her and she will remain yours.
It’s fun to chant “Bloody Mary” into your car’s side mirror three times and watch her jog and try to keep up.
sex is wild like another person is inside you that’s mad weird