Sophie

starting to think about happiness as something that could be attained every day instead of something you chase for years and years until the conditions are absolutely perfect

i like to go in the bathroom and splash water on my face and pretend im a male protagonist under a lot of stress

the masculine urge to stare at your own wet face in the mirror, haunted

the relationship between girls and the fantasy series they read when young is so special nothing comes close to it

be gentle with each other’s hearts.

Tumblr isn't social media, it's a habit. Like smoking. We're all gathering by the dumpster in the cold, reblogging posts.

Look guys, sex isn’t like you see in the porn. It’s not all perfect and seamless and constant go go go. It’s this rug hurts, can we move it? and can you back up a little bit? and oops, you’re on my hair and oops, I just threw up a little bit on your dick and crap! the toy just ran out of batteries and oh god, my knees, I wasn’t made to bend that way and giggles and mistakes and ouch, you’re hurting my hair and all sorts of fun stuff. Enjoy it. That’s how it’s meant to be.