One day, you sit in a park with this beautiful boy at night and he touches your thighs, not because he wants something more but because he needs to feel you and there isn’t anything sexual in it. Just his palm resting on your skin. And suddenly you find his arms on your back, stroking it, writing his love on you through your shirt and you don’t even wish your clothes weren’t there. It’s more than enough. And he holds you close and rests his head on your shoulder and he mumbles your name onto your neck and you just sigh because you haven’t been this happy since forever. And you’re slightly drunk and your faces are so close that you whisper your words into each other’s mouths. And you can’t look away because the alcohol in your veins made everything so blurry but his eyes. You can only see his eyes clearly. And when he finally kisses you, you close your eyes and you try to put everything that’s left of you into that kiss and you hope that it will be enough, that he will understand that it wasn’t the alcohol that made him feel dizzy. He will.
do you ever get so obsessed with a game that you start playing it in your head before you sleep
if she’s even able to walk after sex you didnt do it right
yeah you’re supposed to cut her legs off
"sir what you did is literally 100 percent illegal"
"ok but get this: im a rich white person"
"oh sorry about that sir"
At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.
Its not really summer unless the radio has found 2-3 songs to overplay the shit out of
Everything you love is here
I used to think I was tough, but then I realized I wasn’t. I was fragile and I wore thick fucking armor. And I hurt people so they couldn’t hurt me. And I thought that was what being tough was, but it isn’t.