Sexting while at work is probably one of the best and worst things ever. So many mixed feelings like ugh I’m dying from just reading that text but now I’m gonna sit here in agony until my day is over.
i love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing i love knowing im real i love existing with people i love it
I’m pretty happy with things right now. I’m in a good situation, and even though there’s a lot going on it know it’ll all work out.
To hell with them. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.