I recently installed the Waze app on my phone, a GPS that spoke up to tell me when a red light camera was reported up ahead, when a police officer was reported up ahead, even when a goddamn pot hole was reported up ahead.
I want your tongue swirling against mine. I want your jeans hard between my thighs. I want your hands on my hips, your nails digging deep into the skin, because you’ve waited so long to touch me like this.
Scorpio: You wouldn’t have any problem using a knife. Feeling their skin tear. Watching their eyes fade to white. Trying to think of an excuse before the cops came.
When someone asks how I am, my gut instinct is to pretend that everything is okay.
Stay single until you find someone who wants what’s best for you, even if that means you have to spend more time away from them and more time at the office.
“A girl I found in an AOL chat room tried to convince me that the devil had raped me. And the devil raping wasn’t the creepiest part, she knew where I lived and my parents names and what I looked like.”
“I used to fantasize about sewing someone’s mouth shut with a dull needle and thick thread.”
Thank you for all of the shots you’ve bought me when I didn’t have any money left in my wallet. For all of the times you ran to the liquor store and bought a bottle because you knew I was coming over.
It’s better to take a break from relationships for a while than to waste all of your time examining his mixed signals.
