and the whiskey and wine entered our veins
I think once you’ve thought about how a person sleeps, how they’d feel pressed up against your back, or your head on their chest, how compatible your bodies would be in the same space of a bed — once you’ve thought about that, you’re fucked.
isnt it funny how people are saying it was inappropriate for miley to grind on robin thicke when he’s a married father
and yet no one’s saying it was inappropriate for robin thicke to let a girl much younger than him grind on him when he’s a married father
isn’t that funny
I mourn for the mountain air, and I crave the taste of water freshly sprung from the ground. I’m homesick for the Appalachian trail, and I’m convinced this feeling will never end as long as I’m not there.