Anonymous asked:

omg my friend just told me about how she was spending the night with her bf and at like three am she woke up to pee and when she came back to bed she cuddled close to him and closed her eyes to sleep again but her bf woke up and whispered "i love you" in her ear and she said "i love you too" and in the morning he told her he only said it because he thought she was asleep but he still meant it and thats how they said ily for the first time

Waiting For A Miracle Answer:

catsbooksandcoffee:

THAT’S SO FUCKING CUTE AWWWW. 💚 I needed the smile this gave me today, thank you. Love is a wonderful thing.

"One time my boyfriend and I were in his bed watching a movie. He started to trace his finger along my neck and collar bones. I flipped over so I could kiss him and it turned into a full on makeout session. He took my bra off under my shirt with one hand and flug it across the room. His hand was just about to go in my pants when his friends run in with no warning. He quickly jumps up and I sat up to say hello, although I was extremely annoyed. We talk for a minute and his friends went to get something in the kitchen. The next thing I knew he pulled me into his closet and locked the door. He ripped my pants off and shoved his fingers inside of me. My knees went weak and I almost collapsed but he held me up. I heard his friends walk back in the room and I tried to pull his hand away but that just made him go harder. Then he shoved his face in my pussy and licked and sucked all while his fingers were still inside me. It only took him a couple minutes before I was done. I know I made noise because his friends looked at us like they knew but no one said a word"
- Anonymous (via thingsthatworkyouup)

alittlemindhere asked:

why is your blog so damn awesome?

Waiting For A Miracle Answer:

thingsthatmakeyouhorny:

Because it’s about sex, and sex is awesome.

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It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back she was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

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- It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

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brightlights-darklives:

My dad was complaining about buying me books yesterday and I said “well at least it’s books” and then the cashier goes “yeah it could be drugs”

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