tell a girl she can’t have something… she wants it even more.
Sometimes I wonder what it might feel like to actually speak or write the way I think. The cursing, the mediocrity, the absolute cartoon-like ridiculousness, the pause for… realization of said/written words, then the embarrassment. Sweet, yummy, redness flushing from bottom up. Cheeks hot to the touch and ready to hide under any readily available [...]