I’d like to be nervous enough to not want to talk to you but still be thrilled enough to be able to.
:/ I love my parents but we’re a little misunderstood and I don’t know how to talk to them.
I’m just a loser out of love who secretly wishes to be in love but is too afraid to say so.
I just want to hold your hand.
Our beats resting against each other
Knuckles kissing softly, cheek-to-cheek
Pull me closer - we are one
Alas, you are mine, all mine.
Tits > Ass?
Me: Omg you just like girls with big tits -__-
Al: tits > ass What if the ass was too big, I wouldn't be able to fuck her from behind. I'd have to do some tetris shit just to get in there. LOL jk.
"I know there’s more to you than your beauty."
He calls himself genu-wine, honest and kind, like he’s never committed a crime, never cheated or lied.
But I know better than that, I can distinguish fiction from fact, and he’s just another act, an old alley cat, a tramp who knows where it’s at.
Still there’s something alarming about someone so charming. I’m just a fool because it’s myself, I’m harming.
And I can’t stop this. I want everything his. His lips, his eyes, his words, his lies, all that he has gives me such bliss.
I don’t need the lust, what I want is trust. Trust that there will be an “us”. Maybe I won’t be a wuss and stop the fuss and move on with this crush.