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I’m gonna grab the hem of your shirt, drive my eyes from your hips to your lips and I’m gonna pull you towards me. You’ll rest your arms on my shoulders and wrap them around my neck, fingers tangled in my hair. I’ll catch your eyes and blush a ruby red. Pulling you even closer now, your left leg will fit between the two of mine and our hips will rise and fall as if our frequencies have been waiting to meet. I’ll be nervous and you’ll comment on my racing heart and shaking hands but I’ll lie, telling you that I’m fine. But it’s a lie. I’ll lose my mind as my instincts drive my face closer to yours. We won’t need music, we won’t need the city lights or a crowd to cheer us on. Shaking breaths will stop shaking and my lips won’t be my lips anymore. They’ll be yours, or something close to, because I’ll be kissing you now. And sometime between start and finish, I’ll sigh into your neck, pull your shirt, take off my shoes, get comfortable with you, fall down the rabbit hole, find my way back through your so carefully architectured mind and I won’t ever want to leave that place. Fifteen minutes, and I’d wind up with you forever.

-Fifteen Minutes, Excerpt From A Sext (via welcometothesuck)

CALIFORNIA TODAY

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tinychatter:

u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you

We were never friends; not for a second. I loved you.

-Orange Is The New Black  (via twistic)

princessstupidmf:

Never get mad at someone with anxiety for apologizing a lot. It’s a coping mechanism and yelling only makes it worse. They don’t need tough love or anything like that. Reassurance that they are fine is the most important thing