Overheated jeep. Flat tire. Beyond squished backseat. Setting up camp in the dark. And not a single fuck was given.
damn it. damn it. damn it.
Tonight I went on a date. I haven’t been on a date in two years. It was weird, and awkward, and the usual whatthefuckdowetalkabout bullshit. I had fun. :)
I love my boyfriend so much
inthebackofmytop: Oh wait, I don’t have one
I’ve been trying this new thing, it’s called having fun. I’ve been less reserved lately, and just a little happy.. I am really enjoying just letting life take over.
When guys wear that one cologne where all you want...
I liked the way your hand felt in mine, the way you played with my fingers, and squeezed them. So why is it I feel nauseous when I think of you? Why is it I can’t look you in the eye? Why do I wish I never see your face again? The biggest question, the biggest fear, why am I okay with it being your hand and not his.