yeah so i was at my friends house (im a girl hes a guy) and his parents weren’t home so we broke into his dad booze cabinet and started drinking. we ended up cudding and watching re-runs of full house, and he told me he loved me and i was like youre just drunk and he said ‘yeah but im not saying it because im drunk. im saying it as fact, it is 54 degrees outside, the ocean is salty, and i love you’ and i was like dayum son and thats the story of how i lost my virginity.
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"Everyone should see you in the open, baby open, up for me.
Keep it open, by the ocean.”
a teenage white girl sits at her laptop. she opens tumblr and types a new text post “most girls like one direction… but i don’t!! punk bands are wayyyyy better”
suddenly, a trophy falls from the sky. the girl has done it. she is the most unique girl in the entire world. a choir of angels writes a hymn exalting her superiority to the rest of humanity.
am I the only one that thinks “I love you.” & “I’m in love with you.” are two totally different things
"I love you" means your heart has made a connection with that person.
"I’m IN love with you" means your heart is invested in them.
no one ever understands when I say this
in grade 12 we were reading romeo and juliet and we were at the romantic-ass balcony scene and this hot girl in the class volunteered to read juliet’s parts and i put up my hand to volunteer for another part and the teacher goes ‘oh do you want to be the nurse, amanda?’ and i was like ‘no i wanna be romeo’ and the hot girl swiveled around in her seat to give me a Look™
she and i later ended up making out at a bunch of parties in university lmfao
in retrospect this moment was absolutely pivotal to my butch awakening but it was also just a lesbian power move
books
I love when my books are old..I like picking up old books and feeling the creases from bending it backwards and destroying the spine because I was enjoying the book so much. I love when I pick up old books and they have a certain scent and they take me back to where I was, and what I was like when I read them. Books are time traveling machines for me. I love buying new books and just getting into them..and having coffee stains on them just because I can’t put them down. I love when the front and back of my books start to fade because I’ve shoved it into a million different purses. books.
I remember being a young girl, being scared as hell. It’s crazy. Scariest thing about it all is not knowing what’s going to happen… Just not knowing. I couldn’t handle it. You just get to that point and wonder, “How did I get here?” Sometimes, you just can’t explain why things happen. They just do.
one time some guy asked for my number and he was really nice but i’m in a relationship so i just said so and he was like “no worries, take it as flattery then”
THAT’S how you handle rejection, not by stabbing a girl in the fucking neck
sometimes we meet amazing ppl, who may fall for us, but we don’t love them back. or reciprocate them in the way they deserve. I think it’s possible to not be ready to love dope ppl and that shit sucks. a lot of great people loved me who i just wasn’t ready for, and I hope they know that that had nothing to do with them
reminds me of this quote:
“It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them—and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on—this desperate need—and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other.”
— Madeleine L’Engle
