i want people to like and appreciate my writing and my only passion in life that can occasionally stir me to some actual interest in my surroundings ................
she was playing with us, a girl sitting between us, when the referee asked us to close our eyes (a game called mafia iykyk) she puts her hand on my thigh she squeezed it, then I pat her hair, then in the middle of the round, she did it again and put her hand on my thighs but I
Everyone wants an intelligent person—right up until the moment that person wants to decide for themselves and refuses to simply go along with everything. I don't know if I'm intelligent, but I feel like I'm getting dumber.