All I want to do is go on road trips and have sex.
i always think “if people want to talk to me they will” which is my reasoning for never really starting conversations so i’m permanently thinking no one wants to talk but what if they’re sat there thinking the same and it’s just this cycle of silence that never gets broken because i’m too stubborn to just put myself out there
no one will ever understand the deep fucking connection I have with this film
For real though
John Hughes was the king of cinema for generations of teenagers.
Such an important film. There hasn’t been a coming-of-age film like it since. Truly. It’s a lost genre. Also an incredible soundtrack full of great music from its era.
Because alcohol tastes better than tears.
Can we cuddle?
In just our underwear, so our skin can touch? Can I hold you while you wrap yourself around me? I’ll play with your hair and drag my fingertips across your skin. I’ll peck at your neck while you giggle and tell me to stop. We could whisper sweet things to each other over pillows that no one could hear. We’d just stare in each others eyes until a smile cracked the silence of our lips.
possibly the most perfect post I’ve ever read