Don't Ever Doubt

I'm Katie. I'm from North Carolina. 18.


once i take my bra off, don’t ask me to do shit for u bitch bc once that bra comes off, i am clocked out of life. i am done. i am finished. i am logged the fuck out. 

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"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

F. Scott Fitzgerald (The Great Gatsby)

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2. September 2014

I should remember that date. It’s the day I started humming in lines at the store again. It’s the day that I had my first “date” with Shane. It’s the day that he told me he really, really liked me. It’s the day he told me that no matter what happens, I’m one of the best females to ever enter his life. It’s the day I heard a song and got chills, because I knew I really liked a guy. It’s the day I realized I was officially over Alec.


do you ever just wear headphones so people won’t talk to you

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Fried Ravioli with Cheesy Marinera Dipping Sauce

My friend once told me
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest

It wasn’t until you used your hands
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.

And the first night you slept over,
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.

The first time we got drunk,
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.

And in public you’d hold my hand,
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind

When we talked about breaking up,
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go

Its now that,
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered


Hands, Carol Shlyakhova (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)

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I went over to Shane’s apartment tonight. He picked me up at 9, and didn’t drop me back off until 1. Here’s what happened: we got there and sat on the couch and just talked for a while. We watched a little tv and talked some more. Then he started flirting with me a little, but nothing too serious. As the night went on, he stepped it up. He would grab my phone, and make sure to wrap his entire body around me so I couldn’t get free and had to put my phone down. And then he’d push me playfully, so I’d push him back and he could wrestle with me until he was completely on top of me. Our faces were inches apart, but he didn’t try to kiss me or anything. And at this point, it was already past 11 and I was fed up with the games, so when he turned his head back towards me, I kissed the hell out of him. So much so, that when I pulled away, he just stared at me. And when I asked why, he simply replied he was at a loss for words. For the next hour and a half or so, we alternated between hot make out sessions and cuddling, but mostly making out. He told me it was fantastic I could go from completely calm, to totally into it in less than 10 seconds and that I was perfect. Around 12:45, things started getting real intense, and I decided it was time to go before my decision making skills did. He walked me up all 3 floors to my apartment, kissed me goodnight, and thanked me for the “unexpectedly old evening.” And then he texted me as soon as he got back to his place to say goodnight again. So who knows? At least some of our sexual tension was resolved.

"If you remember, then I don’t care if anyone else forgets"

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