A cop isn’t going to pull you over and offer you sexual favors. In real life, you need to put in actual effort if you want to convince someone to have sex with you.
I want to know what it feels like to patiently wait for a text. To know that it’s going to come, even if it takes a full hour to get to me. To be freak-out-free, because I don’t have any doubt in my mind that he’s thinking of me, that he’ll talk to me the second that he gets the chance.
It’s nice sometimes. To know I had something so special that made saying goodbye so hard. And to know that at least once, I got to experience true, real, big love. But I still miss you. And I wonder, do you miss me too?
Don’t make her feel like a toy. Like she’s being used. Make it clear that you care about her and her orgasm.
You get defeated easily. It doesn’t matter if you really hit it off with someone. If you see them post a picture with someone prettier than you on Instagram, you instantly give up hope.
The journey of loving yourself isn’t always going to be linear. And it isn’t going to always be balanced. There will be days where you look in the mirror and hate what you see. But there will also be beautiful days, where you get up in the morning and like who you are. And you will smile to yourself, proud of how far you have come.
You stop putting in effort. You put in effort to get them, but guess what? You need to put in effort to keep them, too.
We don’t know how to communicate anymore. We just spit out white lies and hushed whispers. We don’t know how to be in love. Because all love has become for us, is something that ends.
Someone who has their own dreams but makes time to nurture yours.
“One day it dawned on me that the part of my day I hated the most was going home.”