I’m rotting.
I’m rotting away; slowly but surely.

Guys are lucky

They don’t have to hold up their boobs when running up the stairs.

I feel like I was lucid dreaming last night. 
It was so scary.

I could feel someone laying on top of me, leaning in for a kiss and I’m trying to push him away. But my eyes wouldn’t open and when I tried to say something, no sound came out. His phone kept ringing in the background and that’s when he got up to answer it and leave.

It makes me wonder if it really happened or if it was all just a dream.

Me:  I miss going on tumblr and looking at sexy men with you. :(
Cousin:  Do you see what you just wrote me?!? That's so sad! Haha. The real things are much better.
Me:  The real things are either too far away or have something wrong with them. :(
Cousin:  We sometime need to look pass some flaws.

If I were a villain, my superpower would be to suck the beauty out of young girls so I can stay beautiful forever. 

muhahahaa
 

They’re sweet.
Not sloppy-wet ones. Or we’ve-just-met-let’s-fuck ones.
But cheek kisses and forehead kisses.
Just-because kisses and I-missed-you kisses.
Eskimo kisses or curl-your-toes kisses.
Get-well kisses and goodnight kisses.

I like the ones where your lips meet kisses.
Simple kisses! 

A kiss for kisses! :D

cheetahthecat:

Those tingles down my spine from the way your lips form into a curved line every time your eyes meet mine and our thoughts combine when our fingers intertwine from us spending all this time I feel so inclined to call you mine because you’re a dime - yes, God damn! You’re fine! I think it’s a sign that our paths aligned at this time or maybe I’m just blind from the chills you send up my spine.

We’re in-between friends.

“Let’s hold hands” friends

Maybe-we-can-be-more friends

But we are not yet lovers

We are just friends.

D:  What kind of strip club?
Me:  A manly men strip club
Me:  ...
Me:  with men