Baby’s first pack.
Last night I ate a girl out and made out with her a bit. Greatness.
They’re the size of catan pieces.
(Source: Flickr / blueelephantstitches, via fireworkshooah)
It’s been just under a year since these. I don’t think they’ll heal much more than this, and that scares me.
He thinks I’m beautiful.
Even when I’m sick.
I kissed him on the cheek last night!
The fact that I get this excited about this kind of thing bodes well…
I finally got around to telling Jon how I feel about my body. The whole, I’m fat and the world is skinny disorder.
“you’re just going to have to get over this.”
I’m just going to “get over” a disorder that I’ve had since I was six.
More than you will ever know.
There is no way a man can stick his tongue in my mouth like that and it not count. Even if it was a mistake.
Yeah, it was too soon. No, he wasn’t respecting me or my true wishes.
But you’ve never made me feel like that. You’ve never gotten me wet just by looking into my eyes after holding my hand, and telling me that I’m crazy.
That kiss was the most real thing that happened this week. You can’t take that away from me.
But I’ll never tell you that. It would hurt you far too much.