Fuck, my tea.
I would betray all of you in the Hunger Games
Kiss her. Slowly, take your time, there’s no place you’d rather be. Kiss her but not like you’re waiting for something else, like your hands beneath her shirt or her skirt or tangled up in her bra straps. Nothing like that. Kiss her like you’ve forgotten any other mouth that your mouth has ever touched. Kiss her with a curious childish delight. Laugh into her mouth, inhale her sighs. Kiss her until she moans. Kiss her with her face in your hands. Or your hands in her hair. Or pulling her closer at the waist. Kiss her like you want to take her dancing. Like you want to spin her into an open arena and watch her look at you like you’re the brightest thing she’s ever seen. Kiss her like she’s the brightest thing you’ve ever seen. Take your time. Kiss her like the first and only piece of chocolate you’re ever going to taste. Kiss her until she forgets how to count. Kiss her stupid. Kiss her silent. Come away, ask her what 2+2 is and listen to her say your name in answer.
shopping for clothes would be a lot more fun if i had a thinner body and a fatter wallet
How do you become someone who puts stickers on fruit because I think I could do that
Perks of Dating Me:
- I don’t go anywhere, so we can always hangout
- I’m too ugly to cheat on you
- Sometimes i’m funny
- I live near a pizza restaurant
why cant i cry money instead of tears