*trips over my low self esteem*
No | Maybe | I guess | I’d try it | Hell yes | YES GOOD | GOD DAMNIT FUCK ME NOW |
Maybe, but not if I had already started the relationship with the person NOT smoking. I’ve dated a smoker before and it’s just like… Idk, their breath isn’t the best. And, it doesn’t taste very good to kiss them. That, and they smell like smoke, and that’s a definite turn OFF. I like people who taste good, smell good, not someone who doesn’t. However, I have dated someone who smoked… So maybe, but preferably not.
I got an hp question wrong on trivial pursuit
Now I feel like a) killing myself, b) crying, and c) breaking my tv, xbox, and all controllers, games, accessories.
I got an hp question wrong on trivial pursuit
Now I feel like a) killing myself, b) crying, and c) breaking my tv, xbox, and all controllers, games, accessories.
I’ve been awake for two hours now and that allows for a lot of thought. Sometimes, I can be such a bitch just because I want you to come up and hold me and I don’t quite understand why that is. I’ll be angry and mean because I want you to just grab me. I want you to not give me a choice but to steal every possibility of cognition away from me by pressing your lips so hard against mine, I’m immediately gasping. I want my lips to be raw and my heart to be racing. I don’t mind if we kiss so hard, my lips bleed. Matter of fact, make me bleed. Make me feel. Drag your nails down my back anywhere you can reach and pull me tighter to you and convince me that you love me. Because really, even when I’m bitchy and angry and mean, that’s all I’m asking for. I want love, I want to be loved, I want to feel loved. And if you can’t quite figure how a rather sexually-driven kiss could help, hard with passion behind it that shows no matter how bad my bads or good my goods, nothing could change how you feel for me… Well, then maybe I’m not the girl for you.