if u touch my thigh under a table in public u can bet ur sweet bippy that ur gonna be gettin some later
…while I eat you out.
man if only you were like this!
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
Oh so that what it looks like
Seventeen seems like the perfect age. Not naive like sixteen. Not feeling the pressures of daunting adulthood like eighteen. Just plain and simple, seventeen.
My new favorite flower
Get me this bouquet so I know it’s real