Workin’ 9 to 5…is HELL.
Seriously, I would do anything in the world you wanted me to do. Even if it meant to take me forever right here against this door.
It always happens that way. When one thing goes wrong, everything goes wrong.
It’s definitely a duh that sex can be complicated. That’s just how it works. And for that we can thank our lovely little pea brains for psyching us out and f*cking it up.
I refuse to fill myself with hate just because things didn’t go how I wanted them to. That’s for everything in life.
I am only me. And that’s the brilliant part of it. Because this isn’t “it” for me. This is actually a time of my life I will one day miss.
Life isn’t the scene of some romantic movie that’s filled with tears and drama and Coldplay and frantic sweet nothings.
The guy I’ll end with won’t belong on paper. Because sparks are created on impulse, for no good reason, with no second thought.
Imagine what people see when they look at you. Imagine the “story” that sketches in their mind, this polished perception of the life you live, and realize firsthand just how full of shit it is.
Taking a sexual Snapchat isn’t easy. This isn’t taking a picture of snow or a cappuccino or a drunken duck face selfie. This is capturing your freak flag. Like boom, there it is.