BakedPotaatoo

— The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald (via norahfields)

from “that’s my girl” to “that’s my wife”

Just get on my lap and start purring.

the position that kills all gays:

the gay power is just,,,,, overwhelming

today I are. tired.

Can relate to this dino

Found a poem that made me laugh this morning

I wanna make out so bad right now. Nice and slow. Soft moans. Fingers slipping underneath shirts and waistbands. That kind of making out that build slowly. Hitched breathes and your hips rocking against my thigh. Open mouthed gasps against your neck and fingers tight in my hair. Firm thighs and rough denim and soaked cotten pressing into you. Too many clothes but it feels so good. I just want to make you feel good.

not to have a dyke moment but laying on the couch w a girl falling asleep in ur lap and falling asleep with her and waking up together to move to the bed to properly hold one another and sleep more comfortably and then waking up earlier than her and making her pancakes and bringing them to her like i could go on bitch

I want you. I want the touch of your skin on mine to send goosebumps up and down your body. I want to kiss your neck and leave marks all over you. I want to kiss you gently and listen to you whimper my name. I want to listen to the sound of you moaning softly in my ear. I want you to scratch my back and pull my hair while you beg for me. I want to make you breath heavily as your legs start to shake and your moans become louder. I want to make you want me.