you wanna be immature? be immature.
i’ll be the mature one.
Anonymous asked: you always blog such sexual things. does your bf know?
uhhh, he doesn’t have a tumblr.
but i’m pretty sure he’s okay with it, he always reaps the benefits anyway.
you picked me up in your car. and I think the best part about that was all you said was “omw” very simple 3 letters strung together to make an abbreviation. But it meant a lot because you didn’t have to ask how to get to my house. It’s like it was instilled in your head. All those days of picking me up, and all those nights of dropping me off. I got in the front seat and I had a flashback to our first date where we were both in the back, and now we’re in the front. I was scared it would be awkward, but it was normal, I was comfortable. I clicked my seatbelt in and tucked my left leg under my right. I made sure we had a conversation going because I wasn’t gonna have another awkward car drive. We talked, we laughed, we were normal. And I loved that.