When Margaret Atwood said, "there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it." and then Franz Kafka wrote, "And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid."

summer thunderstorms are one of the most romantic things in the world, actually

the tongue and two fingers combo

can't believe the only options are 30 minutes early or 10 minutes late. if only there were some other way. but what can you do

I fucked up so badly on this sudoku page no ones ever gonna wanna have sex with me

it’s always summer v winter bitches fighting for their life, where are the spring/autumn girlies, the moderate temperatures crowd, the transition period aficionados, the ‘sun is shining but the wind’s cold’ connoisseurs, the ‘decay and rebirth of nature’ devotees

ppl be like i only want to be your friend if theres a chance i can have sex with you

how am i supposed to function under these conditions [sleepy]

cuddling naked after sex? while there's a thunderstorm outside? a need

i hope u think about (fucking) me all day

Some of you are so sweet, never stop being kind-hearted.

I love getting older. I’m hotter, more confident, more intelligent. Ageism is a dirty trap. Don’t get caught in it.

i genuinely dislike alot of the shit we've normalized