If I’m staring at your mouth it either means I want to kiss you or I want to get you a toothbrush
Can anyone else not wait until Fall so they can return to dressing in clothes that they actually like?
wouldnt it be fucking scary if you had a clock that counted down until the moment you die. like what if it could be altered too like one day it says 70 years left but then you do something and it says 10 minutes left and youre like what the fuck i fucked up i fucked up i fucked up
what if you got on a plane and then as soon as it took off everybodys clock changed to 20 minutes
I hate that feeling you get in your stomach when you see him. No, not butterflies. I’m talking about that need for dick so much it actually hurts in your stomach