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- the person i like and why i like them.
- a famous person i’ve been compared to.
- 5 things that irritate me about the same sex/opposite sex.
- the best thing that has happened to me this week.
- weird things i do when i’m alone.
- how i’d spend ten thousand bucks.
- things i like and things i don’t like about the way i look.
- my last night out in detail.
- something that makes me sad when i think about it.
- something i’ve lied about.
- would i rather be stranded on a desert island with someone i love for ten years or someone i hate for a month? explain why.
- something i’m currently worrying about.
- one person from tumblr i’d throw off a cliff, one i’d marry and one i’d fuck.
- something i do without realising.
- lyrics that apply to my current situation/mood.
- a drunken story.
- something i regret.
- post a picture of myself.
- my longest relationship and who it was with.
- press ctrl v and post.
- post a bit of my last IM convo.
- 5 things i want to change.
- my view on being tumblr famous.
- someone i’d like to be for a day and why.
- 5 things within touching distance.
- story of my first kiss.
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I actually lolled at this. Hahaha
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I am incredibly happy.
A year ago, I had a giant crush on the best guy I know, Gabe. He asked me to pizza and a movie, but another guy, Jake, had been giving me a lot of attention, so I said no to the date. Things with Jake fizzled out quickly, and I realized I had made a huge mistake by saying no to Gabe. We were still friends, but I knew being anything more than that would be off the table. We kept getting closer over the summer, and in late August he came to my birthday party. There was major chemistry there, and we flirted the whole time. He left, and right before he gave me the best hug I’ve ever gotten. It made me realize how badly I wanted him. We kept flirting and joking about going on a date, and finally I got up the gumption to ask him to the movies. We had a wonderful time, he showed up late and I was worried he had stood me up. But he got to the theater and explained that his car broke and he had to fix it (He’s a gearhead, which is one of the reasons I like him so much). But he bought me my ticket and we saw the movie, which was The Town with Ben Affleck, surprisingly good. During the entire movie I could tell he was stressing about holding my hand, because I kept seeing him getting really close but not doing it. So I decided to make life easy for him and grab his hand. He breathed a giant sigh of relief, leaned over, and said “Thank you.” It make me so happy:) So he drove me home, and in the car he kissed me. I was on cloud nine for a week after that, but after a while it stopped being so perfect. I’m the kind of person who finds problems in perfect things, and I kept finding stupid insignificant problems in Gabe and I. I started distancing myself from him, and I started avoiding him. He, of course, realized that I was avoiding him, and he confronted me. I really didn’t know what to say, so I just told him that I thought we would be better friends. He knew I was full of shit, so he stopped talking to me completely. I felt terrible, but I knew I wouldn’t be good if we were together. We completely stopped being friends, and we didn’t talk to each other for months. In January I realized how much I missed him, so I tried reaching out. I started being friends with him again, and I asked him to come over to my house and hang out. He did, and it was incredibly fun. All we did was talk and listen to music for hours, and it was wonderful. I asked him to come over again, and he did. We painted each other’s faces, then went to another friend’s house to hang out with a few more of our friends. There was a ton of chemistry between us, and after talking to my friends about it I decided if I got the chance I was going to kiss him. So I did. And it was the most awkward kiss that has ever happened in history. I was hanging out the side of my friend Kiki’s car, and he was as still as a statue. No lip movement, nothing. It was terrible. He didn’t really say anything, and it was super awkward, so we just drove away. I had to go back to our friend’s house because I left my underwear there (We had gone swimming, I’m not a slut) and we talked. I told him how big of a mistake I made, and how badly I wanted to try again. He said we could try, and i was ecstatic. We got closer and closer and eventually were back to where we were, and it was wonderful:) I was his Valentine, he came over, we hung out, we talked on the phone, everything was good. But for some reason he didn’t ask me to be his girlfriend. We went to a party of a friend of mine, and I got a little tipsy, and I started holding hands with another friend of mine, just messing around. Gabe comes over and asks if we can go on a walk, and he asked me about it. I told him he was being dumb, that all I wanted was for us to be official. Then this dialogue happened:
Gabe: “Well, will you?”
Me: “Will I what?”
Gabe: “You know.”
Me: “No, I don’t know.” By this time I have a giant grin on my face.
Gabe: “Do I need to spell it out for you?”
Me: “Yeah, why don’t you do that?”
Gabe: “J-E-S-T-A W-I-L-L Y-O-U G-“
Me: “You’re dumb. Will you be my boyfriend?”
Then he said yes and he picked me up and spun me around and kissed me. And we walked back to the party and it was wonderful and we were dating and kissing and everything was perfect. That was February 26th. We’re still going strong, and I can honestly say that I love him. I know I’m young, and I know some people may say I’m stupid for saying these things, but he is the best person that I know. He’s genuine, he’s smart, he’s nice, he loves cars, he’s incredibly attractive, and he CARES about me. I don’t deserve him, and I don’t know why he gave me another chance, but I am so lucky that he did. We can be doing nothing except laying on the couch watching tv wearing sweats, and I’ll be the happiest girl in the world. He’s perfect for me in every single way. and I can’t wait to see where we go.
Grab pillow. Your arms might feel a bit lonely, trololo. Also, an ode to the quality filmmaking of the 90s, lawl. Message me if there’s a problem with any of the links.
1938 Bringing Up Baby DL / WATCH
1940 The Philadelphia Story DL / WATCH
1940 The Apartment DL / WATCH
1977 Annie Hall DL / WATCH
1982 Tootsie DL / WATCH
1989 Say Anything DL / WATCH
1989 When Harry Met Sally DL / WATCH
1990 Pretty Woman DL / WATCH
1990 Ghost DL / WATCH
1993 Benny and Joon DL / WATCH
1993 Sleepless in Seattle DL / WATCH
1994 Four Weddings and a Funeral DL / WATCH
1995 Clueless DL / WATCH
1995 Before Sunrise DL / WATCH
1996 Romeo + Juliet DL / WATCH
1997 Grosse Pointe Blank DL / WATCH
1997 Chasing Amy DL / WATCH
1998 The Wedding Singer DL / WATCH
1998 You’ve Got Mail DL / WATCH
1998 10 Things I Hate About You DDL / WATCH
1999 American Pie DL / WATCH
1999 Never Been Kissed DL / WATCH
2000 Miss Congeniality DL / WATCH
2001 Amelie DL / WATCH
2001 Moulin Rouge PART 1, PART 2 / WATCH PART 1, PART 2
2001 Kate & Leopold DL / WATCH
2001 Bridget Jones’s Diary DL / WATCH
2002 My Big Fat Greek Wedding DL / WATCH
2002 The Sweetest Thing DL / WATCH
2003 Big Fish DL / WATCH
2003 Down With Love DL / WATCH
2004 The Notebook DL / WATCH
2004 Garden State DL / WATCH
2004 50 First Dates DL / WATCH
2004 13 Going On 30 DL / WATCH
2005 Mr and Mrs Smith DL / WATCH
2005 40-Year-Old Virgin DL / WATCH
2005 Wedding Crashers DL / WATCH
2007 Knocked Up DL / WATCH
2008 Forgetting Sarah Marshall DL / WATCH
2008 The Brothers Bloom DL / WATCH
2008 Zack and Miri Make a Porno DL / WATCH
2008 27 Dresses DL / WATCH
2008 Marley and Me DL / WATCH
2008 Slumdog Millionaire DL / WATCH
2009 (500) Days of Summer DL / WATCH
2009 Up in the Air DL / WATCH
2010 Leap Year DL / WATCH
2010 Happythankyoumoreplease DL / WATCH
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But I don’t want to have just any sex. I want the sex going on in my head right now. I’m about to tell you all about it, so if you’re easily offended, please stop reading… now.
I want it to start slow. I want to kiss her eyelids and her temples and her cheekbones and her chin and her nose and her mouth. I want to run my tongue along her bottom lip, and bite ever-so-lightly when she smiles. I want to circle her tongue with mine, and flick mine against hers, to give her a little bit of an idea of what I’m going to be doing to the rest of her body soon. I want to explore her face forever, kissing and touching and caressing.
Then I want to move down. I want to trail kisses along her jawline to her neck, and nibble and lick and kiss and suck on every inch of her beautiful neck. I want to kiss her pulse, the hollow of her throat, just behind her ear… then I want to kiss along her chest. I want to trail down her sternum and then to her breasts. I want to lick the curve of her breasts like ice cream, the only kind of ice cream I love. I want to take her nipples into my mouth, and nibble them and flick them gently with my tongue, suck on them lightly and draw every ounce of pleasure through her body into mine, my hands caressing and fondling in succession with my hungry mouth… then I want to move down.
Then I want to kiss her stomach. I want to trail my fingers down her ribcage and do my best to kiss every goosebump that action creates, kissing each rib and every curve, tracing the curve of her ribcage with my tongue and blowing cold air soon after it. I want to drag my nails lightly along the curve of her waist and make her back arch in the minute pleasures I’m generating with my fingertips and my tongue.
I want to lift her into a sitting position and into my arms and in my lap, taking her mouth again with a fever and a passion she’s never known, letting my fingertips fall along her hair, her shoulders, to the small of her back. I want to grip her hips, and make them gyrate against my naked body, I want to kiss her neck and feel the gratification when her head rolls back and her mouth opens, and I can hear the sighs from the ecstasy I’ve created for her.
I want to lay her back onto the sheets, one hand on her lower back and the other on the nape of her neck, and I want to kiss her one more time before I retrace my every step to her hips. I want to kiss her beautiful hips my hands gripped firmly to either side of them, I want to kiss her inner thighs. I want to push her legs upward and against her and kiss along the backs of her thighs, and the curve where her thighs meet her beautiful ass. I want to smile up at her, I want to see her begging for it. I want to see it in her beautiful eyes. Then… I want to go down.
I want to slide my tongue between the wet, soft folds of her pussy. I want to hear her groan with ecstasy as I flick my tongue every which direction, searching the shapes and the depths of her, tasting the juices of my favorite fruit. I want to tease her, circling her clit but not quite touching it, creating a hurricane of pleasure but not quite reaching the heart of it.
I want to grip her hips harder and control her movement as I finally pass over her flit, flicking my tongue and sucking lightly as her hips thrash and her back arches. I want to go slowly. I want to tease her clit and move away, licking and kissing all over and only coming back to her clit when she begs. I want to slide my fingers inside of her. I want to match the speed of my tongue with the speed of my fingers, rocking her slowly and steadily into a torrential frenzy. I want to make it last hours. I want her back arched, body screaming for release, begging me to give it to her.. and I will. I want to pick up the pace, licking and sucking and fingering her delicious pussy until she just cant take it anymore, and lets out a cry of pleasure and release.
I want to revel in it. I want to rub her pussy as her climax fades. I want to relax her body, let subtle waves of simple pleasure roll through and calm her muscles. I want to kiss my way back up her body. I want to lightly massage her hips, her sides, her ribs, her breasts, up to her neck, where I want to thread my fingers through her hair and kiss her. I want to press my body against hers and kiss her for a long time. I want her to feel as if the bed we’re laying on is the only thing on earth that matters.
I want to pull the sheets over our heads and roll onto our sides, legs entangled in the sheets, faces only inches apart.. and just breathe. I want the darkness to consume us, hand in hand, foreheads together, and I want to fall asleep with her. I don’t want to say goodnight. I want the night to be so good it’s redundant to say anything at all. I want there to be a good morning. I want to wake up in tangled sheets with her, and I want her to know that the bed we’re laying in IS all that matters.
And I want to rock her again in the morning. I want it to last hours. Then, I want to get up with her, and shower with her, and dress with her, and go out to breakfast at 1 in the afternoon, smiling for reasons the world never has to know. But they do.
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