Is it me or they do better when that number unsaved

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

I wanna makeout for like 2 hours and have you slide slowly into me and fuck me slowly for another like 3 hours

you deserve to be a priority. not an option. a damn priority. you are worthy of that.

Hey, wanna fuck outdoors under a full moon?

imagine how many people dislike you because they didn’t hear your side of the story

“you smell good“ >>>>>>>>>>>>>

Part her thighs and use your tongue to drain all the fucking chaos from her brain

bend me over under the mistletoe or whatever they be doin

Let’s lay in bed together and make out while you show me your favorite songs

I’ll be okay. I’ll find my way

“this song reminds me of you” take off your clothes rn.

I just need to know your coffee order and how you want to be fucked

90% of my day is me being nervous