by Jim Rugg
I think this is Black Dynamite, not Shaft.
There’s a girl who I get to see in 10 days. We’re going to dance and be sexy together and everyone will be jealous of our sensuality.
I just want to be holding her and kiss her gently and throw her down onto the bed.
And take photos. No?
Photos of dancing? or photos of throwing her down onto the bed?
One of these sets of photos already exists. One of these scenarios is almost guaranteed. One of these sets of photos would also be very inapropro.
but man, I sent her a text last night that was like “I’m drunk and listening to this song and daydreaming of dancing with you” and she was like “that’s such a wonderful thing to hear to take me out of my studies. Also, we’re going out the day I get back. I decided it.”
and it’s just like. unf. THE SEXUAL TENSION IS LIKE A ROPE. A STRONG, OXBLOOD COLORED 6MM DIAMETER HEMP ROPE. IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
the future is now
#TBT #throwbackthursday cheesin hella hard senior year with Marielle haha
WE HAVE SUCH ASIAN EYES. WHAT ARE WE.
the eleventh hour
Doctor and The girl who waited
My heart broke at “WHY DID YOU SAY FIVE MINUTES!?”