Intimacy is not who you let touch your genitalia. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention, when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.
me at the club picking up girls: hey how are you doing. I would ask for your number but I already know it. you’re #1. I’ll call you later
one of the toughest aspects of mental illness is how often your goals fall by the wayside because the only goal you can afford is survival.
why is there a fandom of girls who wanna fuck that benderdrick cummer man but no one talks about wanting to fuck sandy cohen
I need to have as much wild sex as possible so one day I can become an inappropriate old lady that blurts out things like “when I was your age I got a concussion after being bent over a desk” and then my family can be like “grandma please, you’re making easter dinner really uncomfortable” and it’ll be great
am already this person but not old tho???