I am so sick of hearing enamored little kids my age thinking they are in love. Guess what, having sex isn’t getting married. Sometimes, most of the time in fact, it’s just sex. I don’t like to say sorry when something happens because I know that in the long run none of it will matter. I’m not saying that sex can’t be beautiful, or that it can’t mean the world between two people in love; I just don’t think that sex creates an instant perfect connection between two people who enjoy it.

At the end of the day, sex is just sex. It’s true making love that matters.

You know that feeling when you spend a day with somebody who kisses you in a way that makes you just want to collapse? That was today for me. Good day. No, great day. Lava tubes with the guys, after having a super cute guy (who also hates commitment!) spend the night (nothing happened, but it was still nice to cuddle) plus pizza with avocado and ricotta cheese. A+++++.

1-Coffee. At night. With expresso.

2-People who say things that are incredibly dumb without realizing it.

3-Sarcasm.

4-Texts from people I haven’t heard from in ages.

5-Watching a girl freak out as I got into a car with a bunch of guys who were asking how much it would cost for the night. Old friends are the best.