On a scale of cuddles to rough sex i need everything on the fucking scale.
today at work a little girl and her dad came through my line and she picked up two things of altoids and she was like “daddy let’s get the same flavor! so when you’re in afghanistan i can eat mine and you can eat yours and we can be together!” and me and my cashier just stood there like DON’T CRY DON’T FUCKING CRY DON’T BE A BABY AND FUCKING CRY
and then they left and we fucking wailed like children
I am happy. I think I really am. But then I get sad. And sometimes it overwhelms me how sad I can get.
literally nothing feels better than being loved by someone who hates everyone
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
FIRST KISS: We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time…
"What’s your name again?"
I couldn’t stop smiling
this is adorable!! you can just tell by how passionate they are and how much of their feelings they put into the kiss that they do really have something going on. like when they kiss, their eyes are closed. while they are kissing passionately, the person could be thinking of another person, perhaps someone they have kissed before and fell in love with. in that moment, they feel nothing but everything at the same time. they are transported back to the days when they were in love and kissed like there was no tomorrow. that feeling gave them hope and love and everything. love is an amazing thing. undescribable, but everyone knows the feeling.
If I had a drink for every fuck I gave about you, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.