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Why I like being a girl.
1. I love having boobs.
2. I can be bitchy and not get in trouble for it.
3. Boys most likely won’t hit us.
4. I love cooking for men!
5. I am only useful for sex and cooking.
I can't leave 'em alone. I tried that good boy game, but the dope boys turn me on. It's just that I know what I want.
women don't masturbate like men. well, not this woman.
(via ashleycurry)
Day and night, day and night
She smoked intelligently and they bit it, always trying to copy but when they tried to use her vocab, they sounded sloppy, she had a style all her own, respectful and pure
(via styleandsubstance)
It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution.”
— Oscar Wilde (via fatalistichues) (via styleandsubstance)
(via fuckyeahamazing)
Between the Lines - Sara Bareilles
even paris hilton is watching
Hahaha!
Cool!
Awww Paris. :)
(via staree)
After a party, I had this dream. This HORNY dream.
He passed out on some bed. I think on Asher. Everyone else was still partying outside. I went inside the room, and the lights were off. So, I lied next to him - on his right to be specific. Then, I tilted my head to the left facing him. For a good couple of seconds, I was smiling at how godly this boy looked! Plus, I was tipsy. So, I moved closer to him and leaned closer to kiss the part of his cheek closest to his lips. Twice, I kissed him softly there.
Again reiterating my inebriation, I turned to face him completely. Carefully, I tilted his head with my middle & right finger (of my right hand) pushing his left jaw to make him face me. Then, I brushed my lips against the right corner of his lips, then to the full of his lips. I french kissed his upper lip tenderly and smoothly from those two very soft gentle smacks.
He didn’t budge, and so, I let my body press against the side of his and lightly traced his left cheek down to his chin with my right index finger. My arm and elbow rested on his torso as I did this.
I kissed him again, but this time, more slowly and sensually. Then, I could feel my lower lip being wrapped around his lips, and yes. He kissed me back. Both eyes closed. I didn’t stop to act out my shock. In fact, I wrapped my right leg around him. As our lips got more into the slow, sensual rhythm, I grabbed his hair, and he held my left cheek as we…I’ll say it…made out. Don’t know the details of our make-out, but I do remember us parting for air and sharing sly looks at each other. I think I giggled bit louder than he did before we got back to making out. On Sam’s bed, Asher. MYGOD.
Then my dream…disappeared. This is a detailed account, and I concentrated so hard to remember everything I got there. HAHAHA. Not gonna say this is the first time I remembered details. It’s happened before. This is just the first time I put it in writing.
& now I’m hungry for…Our (sam&me) eye-candy. FUCKSHITYEAHMAHN
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinteresting.
Oooookay.
(via bossofmyown)
I never read. I just look at pictures.”
— Andy Warhol
Update #1 on John, David & Cath: The Narrative of Cath Mixing Up Friendship & More-than-friendship
AKA “~JDC”
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