Every time I see her, “Julia” by The Beatles starts playing in my head. Specifically that line: so I sing a song of love, julia. It’s cringe, I know, but I actually feel like I’m in a music video when she walks by

I think I’m actually a nympho. One person is never enough, and the “itch” literally never goes away. I spend my whole day thinking about it, scrolling for it, and seeking it out. It’s not even a vibe anymore, it’s an obsession. My friends are out here catching feelings, and I’m just out here catching bodies because I can’t turn my brain off

We were screaming at each other all day over literally nothing. I was ready to pack my bags and ghost him. But as soon as we got in bed, the anger just evaporated. Now he’s sleeping and I’m just staring at the ceiling, wondering why we do this every time

I finally convinced my crush to sell me her used lace set. I paid $200 and it was worth every cent. I don’t even care that it’s weird. I just like having something that was literally touching her skin all day. It’s sitting in my drawer like a trophy.

his hoodie smells like his skin. I don’t even wear it, I just breathe it in until I fall asleep. He’s still looking for it, but I’m literally never giving it back

I love watching my girl do her makeup. I always tell her to go darker on the eyeliner and redder on the lips. I want her to look like a total femme fataleWhen we walk into the room, I want everyone to be scared of her. It’s a power trip for me. I didn’t just win, I created a masterpiece

I have a recurring fantasy where my husband loses a high-stakes poker game and has to pay with me for a night