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snter

I want the kind of sex that leaves bruises on my hips and handprints on my ass. The type where my chest is covered in love bites and your back is covered in scratches. I want the type of sex where my body aches and I can still feel you between my legs the next day.

#jay

karlaxmena

“When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.”

tbfhprincess

“I didn’t cry because it was a stereotypical breakup cry. I cried because my best friend left me. I cried because he no longer wished to be in my life and didn’t want me in his either. I cried because I couldn’t understand what was real and what was fake: were the “I love you’s” lies and the “I’m tired and done,” the truth? I cried because I couldn’t imagine living without him, and I didn’t want to have to enter such a world. I cried because the next day, we were to be strangers again. I cried because it didn’t feel real and I didn’t want it to be real. I cried because he meant the world to me and I truly believed him when he said that he wouldn’t leave me. So, don’t think so little of my emotions. I didn’t cry because I lost “a boyfriend.” I cried because I lost my loved one. My best friend. My comfort. My safe place. My warmth. My home. My reason.”

— yet somehow you can’t understand that.

#gareth #josh #babe