“A finger in the butt, to my great surprise, is extremely pleasurable.”
“Someone who’s in touch with his feminine side. And doesn’t act like he’s never seen period blood.”
Late at night and in the morning, when I wish your body was close to mine.
It is all too easy to remember relationships as romantic illusions of what they actually were.
You have this lovely, romantic idea of what a “good” breakup might look like. You’d wish each other the best after having beautifully tragic breakup sex. It’d be fucking poetic.
You WILL be up in the gym. You WILL kill it at school/work. Because ain’t no man gonna ruin you.
“I told him he’d find his belongings scattered all over Midtown…”
“I didn’t sleep around enough while I was still single…”
That nosy motherf*cker who obsessively peeks at your treadmill speed. Hope you feel like a baller running at exactly .1mph faster than me, bro!