When I’m hurt, I shut down. I turn into a total sarcastic bitch. I shut off my emotions, and act indifferent towards everything even though it might be killing me inside.
Even if we’re married for 23 years,
I still want you to flirt with me.
Please. Please, please, please always flirt with your significant other. Whether you’ve been together 2 months or 20 years. Flirt. Be sweet to them. Do cute things.
Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer.
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out.
if her legs aren’t shaking when you’re done then you’re not done
Concerts are such a surreal experience, I mean, you’re singing your favorite songs with a band or singer that means the world to you and you’re literally in the same room as them. I will never stop loving concerts.
And also, you’re with all these people that love the artist like you do. And you’re all sweaty and singing together. You’ll probably never see or speak to those people again, but for that night, you bond with them. The energy. God, the fucking energy at a live show is unlike anything else.