“I want you. I want your sleepy confused look when you wake up. I want to be the warmth that fills the space in your bed. I want to be the sheets your fingers crave at night; the blanket that wraps around you all night. I want to drink tea with you, share some records we find. I want to talk about everything in the world newspapers. I want to discuss with you, to be stubborn and quick-witted with you. I want to have differences between us. I want your flaws. All of them. I want go into the deepest corners of your mind and never get bored of you. I want to be surprised by the new all the time. I want to look at you like a movie, a living piece of art; always trying to chase what you crave … and capture you.”—Elay Neal Moses (via cybergirlfriend)
what my parents heard:i hate you and i am determined to fail at life, go to prison, and bring dishonor to this family. i care about nothing except my computer and tv shows and you can just go burn in hell for all i care. also i'm pregnant.
In health our teacher was showing us how to use girl condoms and passed around a fake vagina that everyone had to put said girl condom in. It got to a boy and he said “Do I really have to do this, vaginas aren’t really my forte.” and thats basically how he came out.
I was making a poptart and my cat was on the counter sniffing around the toaster because she’s a nosy little shit and then the toaster popped and my cat jumped up so fast but she fell off the counter and into the trash can and that’s why you mind your own business