I wonder how many stranger’s stories we make it into? You know, maybe someone saw you in passing and told their friends about how pretty the girl in the lavender sweater was. Or maybe they overheard you say a joke and repeated it to their friend, confessing that they heard it from some guy at the store.
I think about this all the time
sometimes the ones we love the hurt the most are the closest the ones that we love the least the most love hurt sometimes
Welcome to Night Vale.
today was a good day
i think i can accurately say that i can crush a man’s head with my thighs
‘she tripped, but a pair of strong arms grabbed hold of her from behind before she hit the floor’
‘…she tilted her head back to look into his eyes, enjoying the feel of his warm arms wrapped around her torso’
‘…her hands intertwined behind his neck as their lips met’
‘…she wrapped her legs around his waist as