August 2011
221 posts
i also
wish that you could drive here. right now. fuck me in that thunderstorm.
good god.
i want to do that again.
except, next time, maybe you’ll take it further.
maybe it’ll be really soon, and we can do it again and again and again and take advantage of the time that’s left.
because not a single fuck is given about the circumstances that apply right now.
i think you know that. and i don’t think you give a fuck either.
let’s make this happen.
sexual frustration
your-sins:
it literally hurts to be so fucking attracted to a person you know you’ll probably never have.
July 2011
130 posts
parents are like, be home by 1, and don't leave...
i’m like, coming home much later, and going to the beach to get drunk at 11.
this is summer.
too much.
i’m tired. i’m bored. i will not leave anything unfinished.
summer will retain no regrets. only love. and chances that no one else would ever take.
no one but me.
I have sex with you a lot in my head.
