- M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)
instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture
I want someone to take me out and be fucking proud. I want someone to sling their arms around me waist at corners and kiss me in public and hold my hand and look at me like they love me and laugh with me. I want someone to make me feel good. I want someone to talk about music with me. I want someone to analyze lyrics with me. I want someone to cuddle me. I want someone to pick me up in public and kiss me. I want someone who’s proud of me.