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F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Great Gatsby

Sometimes you don’t get what you want, because you deserve better.

I’m so fucking tired of people who wanna talk about sex and “hot-pieces of skin and bones”. They don’t even know what sex is. I wanna talk about music and traveling and dreams.

Cause sex is when two lovers collide and her body screams music that he composed with sweat not thinking about the patterns and right lyrics. Sex is when two girls travel 5 hours away from their damn hometown just to hold each others hand in public, kiss and ignore the world and time in each others arms. Sex was when i drown myself between your thighs for hours and stopped only to willingly listen to your dreams and problems.

They really don’t have a clue. Right?

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