if a guy stares at ur boobs
just stare at his dick
maybe squint a little bit
I just want to get a cute apartment with a cute person and wear nothing but underwear and a big t-shirt or sweater and dance around, cook for each other, make our own movies and record each other while we’re playing, smiling, and laughing, and lay in bed together at night snuggled up warm together so close that we can hear each others pulse, ya feel me
Sex is so weird like hey I love you let me stick my hard extra limb into your tiny hole and then slam it into you repeatedly because I love you
(Source: ourtwistedfuckingstory)
Like I said before, sometimes I feels like you expect me to be sad or pissed or something. You asked me if I was sad. I said I wasn’t. You asked me again. And again. Did you know what I was actually feeling? I was TIRED. I spend the past hours studying, it was already late, I still had a lot left to do, and I had three midterms coming up. But no. You still automatically assumed that I was sad because of you and you apologized. And then took it back. What the fuck was that Khanh.
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
(Source: acid-in-wonderland)
do you ever look at someone you used to be good friends with and cringe
