In the physical world, our personal privacy is well understood. Online we’ve made it more complicated, but it doesn’t need to be so.
love and sexting
We Made Eye Contact On The Subway And I Immediately Imagined Our Future Together (We Move To The Suburbs And Have Three Beautiful Kids)
I send nudes and by that I mean, I send my soul. I’ll be sending you my darkest secrets, my deepest fears, my childhood memories and how my father let us down.
They go from 0 to 100 real quick.
When he compliments you, he mentions more than your eyes and your butt. He mentions your kindness. Your intelligence. Your laugh.
We were good together. I was happy because I thought his love was pure and he will never betray me. But soon I realized he was lying about a lot of things.
DMed a D-list celebrity and ended up sexting.
You shouldn’t be an option, a backup plan, a second choice. You shouldn’t be the person he texts when it’s late at night and he doesn’t have anything else to do, when all of the people he usually puts before you are busy.
If he really liked you, then he would put down his phone and pick up your hand. He would stop texting you and whisper into your ear.
“She complained about how hot it was and took off her shirt. I finally got the hint and kissed her. I wish all girls would be that blunt.”