I want to make you smile and I want to make you cum.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form.
"What would you like to do?"
"I’ve got some ideas…"
So many students are driven to ‘get a job’ to ‘make money’ instead of discovering their true talents and gifts and pursuing their purpose to make a difference.
THIS AIN’T A SCENE, IT’S A
WE’RE GOING DOWN DOWN INANULLIARAN
AND SUGAR WE’RE GOING DOWN SWINGIN’
I’LL BE YANUMBAWAH WITHABULLIN
ALLUDIGA CORNFLAKES COCKITENBOOLIT
Let me just tell you something about this final scene. I sat through this whole movie thoroughly enjoying every last little bit of it. I even made a running motion when the first two gifs happened. When the movie finished my boyfriend was very very quiet and he looked a little sad. I was very confused because it was a fantastic movie. He turned to me and asked “is that suppose to represent how our education system doesn’t make enough accommodations for [mentally] slower students?" Monster’s University was a little deeper than I thought
IM SO FUCKING PUMPED FOR CHRISTMAS I EAT CHRISTMAS LIGHTS AS MY CEREAL I USE EGGNOG AS MY CONTAct LENS SOLUTION IM GROWING A BEARD
You might be sitting with him at the kitchen table drinking coffee from mismatched mugs and saying nothing because sometimes saying nothing is the best thing to say. He’s miles away, and you’re thinking you should take a shower or fix your hair or at least brush your teeth because you feel dirty and self-conscious. You wish the sun weren’t so bright on your face and you wish there was something other than corn flakes for breakfast so your stomach won’t start making hideous noises. You’re about to open your mouth and say something to break the silence, but he speaks first. He tilts his head slightly and says:
“You make me really happy.”
And you will agree he does, too.