i secretly like getting assigned seats in school because it takes away that awkward “i have no friends in this class where the fuck am i gonna sit” factor
"ur so pretty and I love ur blog! :)"
"can u follow me back? :)"
I often find myself feeble in the knees when a man can persuade my course of mind, and slip into the foretelling intimacy through minuscule gestures.
I always yearn to be distracted, and seeing this handsome face teasing me until my thighs quiver in desire is enough to divert my attention from Skyrim and visually trace his every move until I get lost in the almost surreal sensations.
For this is a powerful gesture yet the human tongue promotes such a soft invitation.
It’s the fantasy of distraction that pulls my interest away and I always seem to fall weak to the dominant source.
(You’re lovely as always)
say “hey now” in a group of people and see if they respond with “you’re an allstar” or “this is what dreams are made of”