We number our days and divide our seasons. We endlessly define what it is to be in love. When in truth, spring blurs into summer and always has, long before that line was ever drawn. Your love for him is the same—it runs wild and free. Like the air around you, it stretches all across the world, it does not leave a single thing untouched. You carry that love with you, like a bright and blazing beacon, a straight line from your heart to his.
I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.
do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself into the police because dancing is now illegal
That’s what it’s all about!
One time I was dared to try and get a girls number by talking about how I work at McDonalds and one day wanna be a manager
needless to say, it DIDNT AFFECT ANYTHING BEING SHE WASN’T A JUDGEMENTAL CUNT LIKE THE REST OF SOCIETY
are u ok
i could use a hug