Holy shit I used to slow dance to this in camp. It was surreal—it would be in a darkened room, as a reverie to some or other pop song and couples would just sway back and forth to this song and it fit perfectly.
Holy shit I used to slow dance to this in camp. It was surreal—it would be in a darkened room, as a reverie to some or other pop song and couples would just sway back and forth to this song and it fit perfectly.
Dorian Solot, I Love Female Orgasm: An Extraordinary Orgasm Guide. (via historicalslut)
I’ve met too many girls who are overly weird/awkward about sex for all the wrong reasons while it’s a-ok for dudes to wank all through middle school and I’m tired of that shit.
(via buttahlove)
Whenever my dad saw me talking on the phone, or online talking to people, he’d tell me I shouldn’t make myself so available all the time. That it would come around to people taking my presence for granted and eventually nobody would find me special or interesting enough to seek me out because I’d just always be there. I think it happened already though.
but sometimes I’ll be excited to make friends or talk to someone again and get closer and be friends together, you know, and even though all my side eyeing and saying mean things and being a judgemental asshole is still there im like “no i forreal want to be friends with this person!” and then right as I’m reaching that point where my liking for them plateaus and will never go back to “you’re ridiculous and I hate you, don’t friend me on facebook”status, right where I’m at the closest point to really liking them as friends I see them do something and it I realize we can’t be friends anymore.
I just need a special type of friends that fit me for all the right reasons. And I have some but I want more.
but uh I think I give people the impression that I’m kind of a jerk and I suppose they wouldn’t be wrong but they’re not right either.
so one time me and Andrew were walking in downtown and this group of loud men/boys (gay dudes) were talking and yelling and having fun right? And I hate fun! So when one of them said “who wants to run a train on him”
I said “I do” while walking past because I thought he meant hit him with a train and run him over because he was being obnoxious
but that’s not what running a train on someone means.
Things got kind of awkward after that.
I feel mad lonely because nobody talks to me on tumblr anymore I used to get people asking questions and liking my posts but now it’s like “oh alicia put a sock in it? (put a sock on it? put it in a sock? I need english training) while I’m like “but friends!”
anyway this is a great mashup.