Harry Potter fan.
Alice in Wonderland syndrome.
Existentialist, if anything.
I left my heart on the corner of Haight and Ashbury.
Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
The idea of women faking orgasms makes me extremely sad. Don’t do that. Don’t let that dude who doesn’t know what a clitoris is think going in and out is enough. If you make him cum you deserve the same in return even if he has to go down on you for 30 minutes or some shit. Don’t inflate men’s egos even more by making them think their dick is a magic wand.