destroyer: fapitalism: This is the alternate...
Reblog if you've been told you have nice boobs.
it’s surprising how much worse my day just got, all thanks to a simple exchange of words.
I wonder: why can’t I do this? I have the words I will say, the things I will do, the options I will have- all planned in my head, perfect and neatly packaged, its contents guaranteeing a perfect night. But the package never reaches its sender. Why not? What do I have to lose? Why am I so cautious? What do I lack that others have? Why can’t I act on a whim, follow my intuition, do...