Gingers are people too. We Laugh, we Cry, We live life. I own nothing, except my face, I take claim to that. And my pets, Don't steal my pets.
Kiss her when she’s mad. While she’s yelling at the top of her lungs, pull her in by the waist and leave her breathless.
Kiss her when she’s sad. And before you press your lips to hers, look her in the eye so she knows you’ll always be there.
Kiss her when she’s happy. Run your fingers through her hair and comment on how her laugh is the most beautiful song in the world.
Kiss her when she’s stressed. Tap her shoulder as she frantically complains about some seemingly trivial matter and make her forget everything - if only temporarily.
Kiss her when she’s lying in your arms talking about the universe and how small she feels under the stars. Tell her that her thoughts are the most exquisitely unique thoughts you’ve ever heard and that her kisses are even more so.
Kiss her spontaneously, without warning and let her fall for you harder with each one. And when you’re not there to hold her tightly and kiss her forehead to make her feel loved, tell her each and every day how much you wish you could.
My lifes not going too great at the moment. I had planned to have petted at least 40% of the dogs on planet earth by now and I have petted maybe 0.5% of the dogs.
I just did the math and it turns out 0.5% of the dogs on the planet is 26 million and I dont even think I’ve petted that many :(
for some reason this actually made me upset i fuckin hate bitch girls like this cos ya just know they’re gonna grow up acting the same way ugh
Yes talk shit about a ten-year-old child who doesn’t enjoy kissing someone on the mouth what a butthole.
Let’s ignore the problems of him grinning because he stole a kiss from her, because clearly SHE’S IN THE WRONG FOR BEING UNHAPPY.
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