People always have this idea that once a boy and a girl sleep on the same bed, something happened between the sheets. They say that boys will always be boys, and that it’s too hard for them to control themselves and most of the times it’ll lead to something sexual. But it’s not always like that. Isn’t it wonderful to think that these two people just sleep together, nothing more and nothing less, with no sex involved? Isn’t it nice to think that they didn’t do anything dirty, they just love to feel each other’s body heat and get lost in the sensations as their feet brush together? Isn’t it amazing to think that two people can just lay in bed together, just laying in bed, and the only thing they did is to talk about things until they fall asleep?
Physical satisfaction could actually be great. But sometimes, you don’t have to go overboard for you to be satisfied. As simple as sleeping together, that actually rocks. Enveloping yourself under the same blanket wherein you can smell their breathe and hear their heartbeat, I guess it can still give you the same chills just like in lovemaking. Though there are no physical things involved, your body so close with each other is enough. That’s more than enough. Sleeping together without any sexual contacts involved, well that’s one in a million. And it’s beautiful.
I need to prove a point to my homophobic friend.I’m writing down the urls of everyone who reblogs this in a notebook, and will present it to my friend when it is sufficiently full.
You’re gonna need a bigger book
No you’re gonna need a new friend
STOP IT STOP IT NOW THIS IS SO VERY WRONG
this is beautiful
no but what pisses me off is when parents dont let boys and girls hang out as friends like especially when it comes to sleepovers
like no i dont want his dick in me i want to sit on my floor and throw board game pieces at him when i lose
finally someone said it
It would be so nice and so much easier for me to write my papers if this headache/sinus pressure/sore throat would go away. Can’t tell if I’m sick or allergic or dying. Probably all three what with the semester coming to an end. I mean, naturally…
But I have to say it was really encouraging to get one of my paper’s back today with a “this was a great paper” from my professor and comments on the actual paper about how great it was. I mean, I could tell you five significant things I did wrong that I would have fixed had I started it a couple days earlier and maybe not been so distracted by the nice weather, but I’ll take an A-, thanks very much. Can’t complain about this semester, really, but I’d like to know how I’m going to write a ten page paper about a single metaphor in one of Chekhov’s plays for another class…. :/
Now for some sleep so maybe I can feel better???