Anonymous asked:
What kind of relationship do you look for
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- someone: i love you
- me internally: prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it
- also me internally: please dont love me i dont want to hurt you this is terrifying please dont love me
- yet also me internally: good, everyone should love me. get on your fucking knees and worship the fucking ground i walk on.
- somehow also me internally: THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME!!!!!
- me externally: aww i love you too!!
allykennedy96 answered:
A playful-asshole relationship. Like call me an idiot, wrestle with me, put me in a headlock and pretend to beat me up, pick me up and act like you’re about to throw me into the pool, put food on my face while were out at dinner, FUCK ME HARD IN THE BEDROOM, play pranks on me, push me off the bed with your feet, lock me out of the car and start driving away, pick on me, but make your love known through all of it.
So today I was waiting for the bus after I got my hair cut and this guys sits next to me.
- <p> Guy: you look like a lesbian.
- Me: what?
- Guy: you look like a lesbian, your hair is too short.
- Me: so?
- Guy: So guys don't like it.
- Me: and I should care because...?
- Guy: you're not gonna get laid with that hair.
- Me: well, thankfully I like women even more than you so trust me, I am gonna get laid.
- Guy: oh, you're into chicks? That's hot.. Apart from the hair I'd fuck you.
- Me: ...
- Guy: ...
- Me: I CHANGED MY MIND YES TAKE ME I'M YOURS!
- Guy: what?
- Me: (SCREAMING LIKE THE END OF THE WORLD IS HERE) OH SHIT SLAM ME AGAINST THAT WALL AND FUCK ME IN THE ASS PLEASE DO IT OH GOD I NEED YOUR DICK!
- Guy: you're fucking weird. (stands up)
- Me: OH... OH WHAT'S WRONG? AM I MAKING YOU UNCOMFORTABLE?! WELL, THAT SUCKS, BOOHOO PRINCESS! NOW GO BACK TO THE PIT YOU LIVE IN AND GO FUCK YOURSELF!
- (Guy leaves. I sit down)
- Old lady sitting next to me: that was faboulous.</p>
me: it wont bother me.
me: *lies down*
me: it actually really bothers me, a lot, so I’m gonna think about it all night instead of sleeping
sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)
I want to be your favorite person. I want to be someone who is more than your friend. I want to be someone who you can tell everything to, it can be from the smallest bits of your life to your biggest detail of yourself. Tell me your favorite dish, tell me why you cried the last night I called, tell me where your moles and birthmarks are, tell me who’s the friend you lost and what happened, tell me the people who broke your heart, tell me everything. I want you to share your secrets you never told to anyone – your dark side. I want to know your thoughts and dreams, everything about you, everything that builds you. I want to be that person. I want you to open up and comfort you every time something or someone upsets you. We could go for hours talking about yourself, I don’t mind. I’d be glad to listen to your voice and just listen to every word you’ll say. I want you to trust me.
I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favorite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favorite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything. I just want to be the one you tell it all to. Please let me be the one.
- (via drafterr)
me: damn daddy okay put me in my place 😛😍😏
also me: boy you got the wrong one if u think u gon tell me what the fuck to do
@deepsexts (via deepsexts)
Kiss me like it’s the last time we’ll see each other, touch me like you can’t live without me.
I want you, do you want me? (via temporary)
Stay.
Wake me in the morning with your lips pressed to my neck.
Stay.
Love the darkest parts of me.
Don’t go.
Bruise me with your mouth.
Leave bite marks on my shoulder.
Fingerprints on my hips.
Bags under my eyes from keeping me up all night.
Stay.
Stay.
Please. Stay.
(via wellheyimgay)
Don’t love me because I love you. Love me because you love me.
That’s what I deserve.