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Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed.
She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to.
She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three.
Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap.
Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her.
You say: I dated her a while back.
You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume.
You say: She was younger than me.
You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered.
You say: It’s nothing now.
You don’t say: But it was everything then.
boys hands are VERY important to me
i imagine theyre pretty important to them too
Everyone has a right to their opinion.
Anonymous said: I was jacking off in the backyard and my dick got bit by fire ants
AHAH god damn fire ants
Lemon is someone out theres favorite.
thats the most uplifting thing ive read all day
I just want your lips against mine and your hand on my butt.