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I want meaningless sex and I’m not even sorry right now.

You know when you’re making out with somebody and they just casually pull back and look into your eyes for a few seconds before moving on to your neck and slowly making their way down to the center of your stomach? I miss that shit.


She’s mine. I don’t want anyone else getting the same butterflies I get when she smiles or says my name. I don’t want anyone else making her blush or calling her “babe.” Call me selfish I don’t care. She’s mine.