kill the idea that small boobs aren’t good boobs
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If someone wants a romantic relationship with little or no sex, let them.
If someone wants a sexual relationship with no romance, let them.
And if someone wants a completely platonic relationship with no romance or sex, FUCKING LET THEM.
Destroy the idea that a relationship must have sex and/or romance to be “real”.
And destroy the idea that platonic relationships are somehow “worth less”.
“i like curvy girls” aka you like girls with flat stomachs and skinny legs but with huge boobs and a huge arse
god bless this post.
Reblogging again because truth
facts about the female body:
- everyone has rolls when they bend over
- when someone says that your beautiful, they aren’t lying
- any girl you ask will have a stretch mark, they’re beyond normal
- you should have more confidence, it’s really attractive
- you’re allowed to fall in love with yourself, and you should
- it’s okay to not love every part of your body(but you should)
- everyone’s boobs are uneven.
- you are fucking beautiful
“i like curvy girls” aka you like girls with flat stomachs and skinny legs but with huge boobs and a huge arse
Relationships are so weird. Like, you just find someone who mutually wants to put their lips on yours and grab your boobs and grind hardcore and eat cookies together and walk around neighborhoods at midnight and camp out in backyards and just <i>live</i> for.
I dont want sex, i want the things that lead up to it. The slow kissing then the passionate kissing, then the pulling closer, the neck kisses, the grabbing, biting, heavy breathing, grinding, the pauses while you catch your breath, feeling each other. Oh my.
then sex
family matters
so.. they say family’s got your back? family never hurts or fails. i think family are the ones who hurt you most. they can be bullies, advocates of themselves, and can go behind your back. I thought family was there for eachother. Ive only seen this once or twice in my lifetime by only a couple of people. and when the times get rough, where’s your family to say its going to be okay? to talk you up from depression? to trust them to tell you honest things NOT behind your back. ill tell you, worrying about themselves.
when I say I wanna have sex I don’t mean I wanna get fucked and cum I mean I wanna makeout with someone for half an hour on my couch with grabby hands all over my body and our teeth clashing because we get so into it that we can’t stop kissing, I mean slow desperate, needy grinding on each other before we take it to the bed, bumping our heads, giggling as we take our clothes off, trying to adjust and get into the right position, I mean having someone on top of me and looking up at them to see that blissful little grin on their face before they scrunch it up a lil and moan because it feels sooooo good and I mean making each other cum so good we end up all out of breath, a sweaty, happy mess, fingers still intertwined, my legs still around their waist, making out again, that’s what I want and it would be kinda cool if I could have it now
