"I’m not gay because it didn’t work out with guys. It didn’t work out with guys because I’m gay"
That’s fucking brilliant. Sometimes, I read things that play on repeat in my head for days. This is for sure going to be one of them.
I respect those people who get a lot done on their days off cause I am the absolute opposite and do nothing all day whenever I can
I fucking love laying here high and thinking about you. Patiently awaiting the next text, I fill time in between with daydreams of us.
Most of it is nice playful stuff, just us hanging out. Remembering how you smell. And then of course, I picture us in bed.
Why can’t I stop picturing us in bed?