I have an obsession with being wanted. I refuse to settle down into a quiet relationship where we tell each other how much we love each other and fuck quietly on Saturday nights with the lights off. I need adventure. I need hearts pounding to the beat of body against body. I don’t want butterflies; I want a nuclear explosion inside of my stomach. I don’t want someone to play with my hair, I want someone to pull it.

Everyone talks about love like it is a perfect formula, but you cannot calculate what I am looking for. There is no recipe to follow that can produce the fire I need. When he touches my thigh, I want to feel shivers down my back. I want to feel thunder inside of my chest when he moans my name into my neck. I’ve lived my whole life accepting mediocre love, now I want earthquakes.
I’m sorry for not loving you & your tenderness, but I’m a wildfire you cannot put out with your kisses | S.B. (via fallinlovewithapoet)


Me: “What browser are you on?”

Client: “Google.”

Me: “Google Chrome?”

Client: “No, just regular Google.”

Me: “That’s the site. I want to know the browser.”

Client: “Google.”

Me: “No.”

Client: “Look, we can have this conversation forever, man. But when I hit the internet logo, Google comes up!”

Me: “Okay…What does that “internet logo” look like?

Client: “…A fiery fox, I guess. But that’s irrelevant.”