“Thank god we didn’t have to spend hours of small talk pretending like we weren’t going to screw…”
“When I was in college I was in this “on-and-off” relationship with a guy who was kinda a f*ckboy. I thought we had some real chemistry, so I told him: If you want my body at night, we need to be more.”
I’m sorry that I’m not strong enough to break out of this trance of what can only be delusion at this point.
The, ‘Oh, we’re just talking’ phase. This phase is the overthinker’s kryptonite. Like, what does that even mean? Are you dating? Are you literally just talking — like having very average conversations that don’t mean anything?! Almost anything can full under the “talking” category and it will drive a poor overthinker insane. JUST NARROW IT DOWN, PLZ!
Harry and I met while I was on a poetry tour in London. There was this instant, palpable feeling that we already knew each other.
You have gentle, tender sex as often as you have rough, animalistic sex.
This song describes someone moaning so loudly, they need to bite a pillow. Well, f*ck.
He’s not a “bad texter” – he’s just not interested.
You wouldn’t even be reading this right now if it weren’t for the sex your parents had years ago! So why do we deny ourselves the opportunity to participate in such a beautiful experience?
You send her more texts, trying to sound cool. But you are so drunk, you don’t realize those “few” texts were actually about 40. And you panic and try to fix the situation.