You and I, it makes sense. But you make me loose my senses.
Stop focusing all your energy on what you think people think of you. Most of them just don’t or have twisted ideas. Live your life, accept the responsibilities of your choices and be honest with yourself. If in the process you annoy people, you have two option: if they are worth, smile, be kind and respectfully say you choose this life. If not, middle finger them, smile and be fabulous. Because, bitch, you are!
Take me out. Talk to me. About nothing, about everything. Make me feel important and special. Hold me. Caress me. Take me home and say goodnight. Don’t stay. Just leave, with a smile and promises of a better life some day.
I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum. I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing. I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head. I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed. I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back. I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me. I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning. I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse. I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you. I want to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me. I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream. I want to still be able to taste you in the morning. I want you in every form.
Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it.
Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola (via 42morrow)
Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.