I find myself thinking about you a lot.
And by that I mean I think about fucking you a lot.
All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex
friendly reminder that if i have ever befriended you and have not spoken to you in a while it’s nothing you’ve done wrong it’s just because i’m a piece of shit at keeping in contact with people and i still love you okay good
I’m going straight for your thighs like that cake you ate.
Once you get a taste of sleeping next to someone, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks.