I don’t make love. I’m sorry, but I just don’t. I fuck, I fuck hard, and I rock your fucking world - but do not ever assume that I would ‘make love’ to anyone, anyone at all. Maybe one day when I’m old and grey I’ll stare into someone’s eyes and feel as though what we’ve just experienced is some kind of experience to remember forever, to consummate our love and to… I don’t even know. I don’t even have words for what ‘making love’ is because I don’t do it.
I’m sorry, but when you’re eighteen you don’t make love, you fuck.
You can be in love, but you can’t make love. Personal opinion.I wouldn’t call it love when you’re wiping your semen off my chest.
Reblogging this from my personal blog because I’m relevant and witty. Obviously.
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I find it really awkward when people say 'make love'.
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