money can’t buy happiness but it can buy a false sense of security and fruity alcoholic beverages to numb the pain and honestly what’s the difference
when guys wear that one cologne where all you want to do is bury your face in their chest and sniff because they smell that damn good
50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
you showed up
and suddenly I was embarrassed
of all the poetry I’d written
if you take me on a date to a zoo, aquarium, or museum the chances of me having sex with you goes up by about 900%