It has become a constant battle of trying to reassure the other of how much we are still infatuated with one another. “I like you” We let those words slip out of our lips, we hear them, but we don’t really take them in, we don’t really believe them. What becomes of these words then? Where do they go? What happens to them? They never seem to reach the destination that was meant for them, they never seem to ease the doubts that we had.
I really want to get into porn, for the story of course :3
I’m not saying I have the most exciting life ever, but the experiences I have been through, the lessons I learned, and the memories I have, will be treasured forever. Oh my 20’s have been a fucked up good time roller coaster. I love/hate my 20’s, I love/hate my experiences. But in the end I love me, and I think that’s all that matters. All adventurous men do…anyways :p
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New shoes. Early birthday present courtesy of my dad :3