you're so small and its so Grande

making out is one of my favorite things to do. Its fun and you get to let another side of you, I guess show. But now I have given up hope (well not all hope) that making out will be wonderful until I make out with the last person that made me feel wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, past boys I made out with, you’re all good kissers but it’s the fucking emotional side that’s not letting me enjoy it. I did hear that emotions will get the best of me, but come on this is bullshit. So my dear Australian, come back and make out with me.