i think everyone would be judging u if they could have heard you lol def wasn't something a baseline normal person would say
i’d like to think @dylan is the type that gets off on humiliation and all his lovers must douse him in ketchup
I believe for the most part everyone has a kink or fetish of some type, I don't see how @dylan can have one given his rules though
no, im the type that gets off when me and a partner just spent the last 43 minutes arguing over which finish goes best with the curtains in the living room for the kallax shelving in ikea and I say the black-brown finish and she says the gray/wood effect and i don't relent and she gets pissed because she says I always have to be right and I retort with no, you just happen to be wrong so often that it just seems like I'm always right and that you have a bad eye for color coordination and a gray finish with our gray curtains is going to look gaudy and the black/brown finish accents the tv stand we already have. and we have a family that keeps looking over while theyre trying the meatballs for the first time in the food court and she gets pissed and says she just wants to go home. the tension in the air is palpable all the way to the car. honestly, i don't even care that much about the shelving, I'm just funneling my frustration from her throwing out my mewithoutyou tour poster while she was cleaning the living room the other day and that I was wanting to frame it but hadn't gotten around to it yet even though it's been 7 months since I snagged the poster from the wall of the venue and I keep putting it off and now I'm being vengeful and taking my frustration from her doing that and making her pay for it by causing a scene in ikea over some fucking shelving that I don't even care about. Honestly, walking back to the car in the parking lot, and the parking lot is huge so it's a looong way to have to walk next to someone you know is plotting either your break up or your murder or both, i dont even know why I do this to the both of us sometimes. but i can't help it. and then the whole way home, for the next 1.5 hours in your tiny ford focus where you both want to use the arm rest so your right elbow and her left elbow are slightly touching the entire car ride home and you're slyly trying to push hers off the arm rest just to be just a little bit more of a dick. but after a while with hellogoodbye playing on the stereo and her sitting with her back turned to you as much as it can when you're buckled in a car seat, you hear her mumble and her breath fogs up the passenger side window. You slowly turn the radio down when the bridge of "you sleep alone" is playing and ask simply "what? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you." and she says it. she says the thing that is better than sex itself. she says the thing that makes you weak at the knees. she says the dirties, hottest, sexiest thing anyone can say to another person on this earth. it happens so infrequently that in these moments when it does happen, you have to take a pause so you can make your brain imprint this memory in your head forever. she says the best fucking thing you can hear: "i'm sorry, you were right."
Dylan you're a very good writer, this is the nicest thing I've ever said to you and you're gonna make it your user title aren't you