Some women let you kiss them while some kissed you back— but just. Others kissed with enthusiasm, but it was with the same kind of enthusiasm they felt for a good meal, a Bette Davis film, or a lovely present they’d just been given. But she was different. She was hungry for you, hungry to kiss you, to hear what you had to say; hungry to tell you what was on her mind.
w is not a vowel
"Money can’t make you happy"
WELL IT SURE AS HELL AINT GONNA MAKE ME SAD
I’m so much cooler on tumblr than in real life but I’m not even cool on tumblr