I want that slow sex. Where we’re in bed and I’m half asleep and you kiss my neck and back and you slide off my clothes slowly, waking me up with your lips on mine…….
i hate it when u stop being friends w someone or u break up w someone cos uve got all this information about them like at the back of ur mind like their birthday or their favorite game or whatever, and even years later things will come up and you’ll think about that person and its like. oh. and it never really Stops
Imagine being given a book with a photo of every person you’d ever met