I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.
Someone finally said it
Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it’s one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else.
You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everything you worked so hard to build since he last left you in ashes.
|—||Lang Leav (Signposts, Lullabies)|
I love spontaneous car sex. Like with my boyfriend at the start of our relationship when we were driving through the hills at night and we suddenly started getting really hot for eachother and we couldn’t contain ourselves so he pulled over the car on the side of the road and we fucked in the back.
Cinematic masterpiece tbqh