Today was exhausting. I need to study because I don’t know anything that’s going to be on my Pharmacology test on Wednesday, but I’ve got absolutely no energy. Dishwalla put it best— I feel faded today.
“Even if you come home late and I’m already asleep, just whisper in my ear one little thought you had today. Because I love the way you look at the world. And I’m so happy I get to be next to you and look at the world through your eyes.”— Theodore Twombly; ‘HER’. (via de-lionne)
“I’m not going to be the girl you marry, but I’ll be the girl you’ll be thinking of 20 years from now while you engage in polite sex with your boring wife who fakes her orgasm to make you feel better about your receding hairline.”—
Wanton Sex Goddess seeks her next plaything. Please inquire within.
I haven’t had sex with anyone since October. Three months and counting. Most of the time, I’m too busy to notice. I can’t remember the last time I masturbated, other than tonight. I kept telling myself I would make some time for it, as if I were some CEO who never stops, and has to plan, to the minute, her sexual encounters and doesn’t really get pleasure from it as a result.
But that’s not entirely true, because I certainly pleasured myself just a few minutes ago. I really don’t even need somebody to have sex with, I have really great sex with myself. I just prefer the intimacy, and passion, and fun with another as opposed to just myself.