“If you’re ever lucky enough to find a girl who is a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, you should hold onto that. Because she’ll be yours at two in the morning and at two in the afternoon the following day. She’ll kiss you where it hurts and until it hurts. And that’s important. Someone who not only knows how to turn you on but also knows how to treat you right is someone worth a little something… and a little more than usual.”—(via fawun)
It’s okay that you refuse to take any responsibility or accountability that led to our demise. It’s okay that you’ve made me into this monster. This is part of your healing, I understand. I hope someday you’ll be able to look back and this will no longer hurt you. I loved you, I truly did. I will always love you. I wish you well.
I’ve written you so many times, so many different ways. None of them have been able to capture what I want to say. No matter what, my words fall short. And of course, let’s not forget that I don’t even know if you want to read any of it.
do you ever just start thinking about sex and zone out for a couple of seconds and stare into space and then you come back and you’re like ah shit i hope no one realised i was thinking about sex just now