Thought Catalog

16 Women On How They Wish Guys Would Give Them Oral

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 08:15 PM PDT


1. “I love it when he sucks my clit, like actually gets suction on it, not just licking it.” —Kayla, 26


2. “Make me feel like you’re enjoying it. I’m already thinking this is a chore for you, so if you make me know that you’re doing this because you want to, it’ll help in every way possible.” —Jordan, 27


3. “Don’t just go straight for the crotch, kiss my entire body first, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs. Work your way down. Take your time.” —Desiree, 25


4. “Make your tongue soft, not hard and pointy. That’s what your penis is for. When you’re giving oral we want it to be soft and gentle. That’s what makes it feel good.” —Lisa, 28


5. “Make me comfortable. I get super self conscious about my vag (at least I admit it), and if I’m wondering how you’re judging my lady bits the entire time, I sure as hell won’t be getting off.” —Jenn, 24


6. “It’s simple, if you don’t know what I like, just ask.” —Tonya, 26


7. “It’s all about the position. Terrible way to refer to this, but I basically have to be spread eagle. The further apart my legs are from each other, the better it feels, trust me.” —Molly, 28


8. “If I say, ‘Oh yeah, just like that.’ Then keep doing it just like that. Don’t try to be creative and change it up, if you find something that is clearly working for me, stick with it until I tell you otherwise.” —Bri, 25


9. “All girls are different, I personally like it when he licks up and down hitting my clit with a little oomf as he comes up, but you just have to find what works for her.” —Cristina, 27


10. “Don’t rush. If you’re going to attempt to give us good oral, then it is going to have to be longer than 4 minutes, sorry.” —Samantha, 26


11. “Give our other body parts attention too. If you need a break, feel my breasts, lick my nipples, or if you can do that all at once, even better. Give me the full body experience.” —Vivian, 24


12. “Please don’t do the alphabet. We can tell when you’re doing that, and it’s really fucking weird, and awkward. Sometimes I feel like they’re trying to spell out something in code. Just weird. Don’t do it.” —April, 28


13. “I love it when he adds a little finger action in there. It’s like adding toppings to your froyo. Like yeah it’s good without it, but if I can add some peanut butter cups and chocolate chips, hell yeah!” —Amy, 25


14. “When I sound like I’m enjoying myself, keep doing what you’re doing.” —Jessica, 26


15. “I’m terrible at giving feedback. I don’t know how to verbalize what I like, just kinda get down there, explore, and listen to the noises I’m making. If I’m breathing really heavily and moaning loudly, then yes, that feels good. If you don’t hear much of anything at all, then try something else.” —Kylie, 24


16. “When he breathes on it before actually licking it, oh my god, just thinking about it makes me horny.” —Alicia, 25 TC mark

5 Sex Scenes From Literature That Are Better Than Porn

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 08:00 PM PDT

 Alex Stoddard
Alex Stoddard

In a generation where it's all about digital, visual and quick information, it's easy to forget about the literary greats that contain endless wisdom about our world and ourselves. These steamy literary passages will have you questioning why you ever scroll through Netflix when you can pick up a book instead…

1. High school sweethearts reunite after years apart in "Americanah" by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

High School Sweethearts from Lagos, Nigeria, Ifemelu and Obinze reunite after years apart. Obinze has since married another woman since their youthful courtship, but the connection between them is long-lasting and the two can't resist falling back into their comfortable, electric attraction.

"There was, between them, a weightless, seamless desire. She leaned in and kissed him, and at first he was slow in his response, and then he was pulling up her blouse, pushing down her bra cups to free her breasts. She remembered clearly the firmness of his embrace, and yet there was, also, a newness to their union; their bodies remembered and did not remember. She touched the scar on his chest, remembering it again. She had always thought the expression ‘making love’ a little maudlin; ‘having sex’ felt truer and ‘fucking’ was more arousing, but lying next to him afterwards, both of them smiling, sometimes laughing, her body suffused with peace, she thought how apt it was, that expression ‘making love.’ There was an awakening even in her nails, in those parts of her body that had always been numb. She wanted to tell him, ‘There is no week that passed that I did not think of you.’ But was that true? Of course there were weeks during which he was folded under layers of her life, but it felt true."

2. The teenage protagonist loses his virginity to his teacher in "This is How You Lose Her" by Junot Diaz

Yunior loses his virginity to a woman twice his age, who also happens to be a professor at his school. The loss of innocence mingled with the pure excitement and emotion of the first time. Diaz' simplistic writing style makes it all the more erotic (and leaves room for the imagination).

"You wonder if she feels like you do. Like it might be love. You put on Threads for her. Get ready for some real shit, you say. Get ready for me to hide, she responds, but you two only last an hour before she reaches over and takes off your glasses and kisses you. This time your wits are back so you try to find the strength to fight her off. I can't, you say. And just before she pops your rabo in her mouth she says: Really? You try to think of Paloma, so exhausted that every morning she falls asleep on the ride to school… You're trying to think of her but what you're doing is holding Miss Lora's tresses like reins and urging her head to keep its wonderful rhythm. You really do have an excellent body, you say after you blow your load. Why, thank you. She motions with her head. You want to go into the bedroom? Even more fotos. None of them will survive the nuclear blast, you are sure. Nor will this bedroom, whose window faces toward New York City. You tell her that. Well, we'll just have to make do, she says. She gets naked like a pro and once you start she closes her eyes and rolls her head around like it's on a broken hinge. She clasps your shoulders with a nailed grip as strong as shit and you know that after, your back is going to look like it's been whipped. Then she kisses your chin."

3. A young man reunites with his love after being banished by her family in "Endless Love" by Scott Spencer

Jade Butterfield and David Elliot take the term high-school sweethearts to the next level with their eroticism and obsession. In this endless, borderline gruesome scene they are reuniting in a hotel room after David has been banished from Jade's life by her parents.

"As soon as her body began to jerk and shudder in response to her climax, I found myself astoundingly moved— as if by choral music that surprises you, or a kiss from behind bestowed by your lover on tiptoes. Jade let out her high keening call and I felt an abrupt rush of my semen, racing through me like twin rivers, turning with an acidic twist but not slowing down. I grabbed hold of her back, instinctually afraid she might leave me, and I arched myself toward her as I came. I could sense my pleasure passing through me almost unnoticed and I tried to fix my entire concentration on it. A perceptual lunge— like trying to discover the silver arc of a shooting star whose dive through the sky you've just caught out of the corner of your eye. When Jade felt the blurry warmth of my climax, she moved up a little and tightened herself for a slow, deliberate slide down. Whatever semen I had surrendered at the coaxing of Jade's fingers had left a prodigious storehouse behind— almost a creepy abundance. My scrotum, feet, hands went icy cold and my mouth— moments before filled with the slosh of desire— was dry as a wafer. My muscles were collapsing, my lungs shriveled like burst balloons, but I continued to come. Jade looked down at me. Smiled. Her eyes were glassy, indistinct, like someone who has breathed in smoke. A burning room."

And then a few pages later…

"’Come in me,"’she said. She lifted herself up with her hands around my neck and kissed me. Then she reached down for me and pressed the head of my penis into her. "I want to feel us," she said. And when I lowered myself upon her and sank as deep as I could go, her voice was replaced by that high keening hum. I watched her face as best I could. Those strange contortions that would be so horrible under any other circumstances. Her lips parting, stretching, her mouth opening in a silent howl. Eyes closed and then suddenly open, staring up at me with real helplessness, mixed with hunger and surprise. The heel of her hand hit my chest; it seemed for a moment as if she were going to try to push me off of her. But it passed. She was rising toward me, levitating, holding on with her hard competent hands. I could feel her reaching her climax and I almost stopped because I didn't want it to end. It was, after all, how we'd taught each other to make love: the sin of the Adamites; the psychedelia of the suppressed orgasm. Each time I stopped, the eventual come would be more powerful. Each interlude would send us streaming closer together. But as I slowed my pace she quickened hers and her grip had a sternness in its strength, an undertaste of fury. I thought that if I didn't carry through she might actually punch me in the mouth. And so I slipped my hands beneath her rump so no matter what our bodies did they would be touching and I would stay in her as deep as possible. The hum became a kind of toneless noise, like the loudest part of a yawn stretched out indefinitely… We were moving like mad and suddenly I could feel her inner walls in terrifying detail, as if I'd gotten fifty times thicker. We came, first Jade and then me, moments behind her, holding each other, and our voices joining, forming one wild and unbearably lonely cry."

4. A man explores homosexuality in Paris in "Giovanni's Room" by James Baldwin

James Baldwin's steamy affair with a Parisian man gets philosophical in this excerpt…

"’Love him,' said Jacques, with vehemence, 'love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? And how long, at the best, can it last, since you are both men and still have everywhere to go? Only five minutes, I assure you, only five minutes, and most of that, helas! in the dark. And if you think of them as dirty, then they will be dirty— they will be dirty because you will be giving nothing, you will be despising your flesh and his. But you can make your time together anything but dirty, you can give each other something which will make both of you better—forever—if you will not be ashamed, if you will only not play it safe.' He paused, watching me, and then looked down to his cognac. 'You play it safe long enough,' he said, in a different tone, 'and you'll end up trapped in your own dirty body, forever and forever and forever—like me.’ But this time when I touched him something happened in him and in me which made this touch different from any touch either of us had ever known."

5. A new graduate struggles with the seemingly impossible task of making a woman orgasm in "Innocence" by Harold Brodkey

Wiley Silenowicz has one goal: to make the strong and beautiful Orra Perkins orgasm…

"I suddenly realized how physically strong Orra was, how well-knit, how well put together her body was, how great the power in it, the power of endurance in it; and a phrase — absurd and demeaning but exciting just then — came into my head: to throw a fuck, and I settled atop her, braced my toes and knees and elbows and hands on the bed and half-scramblingly worked it — it was clearly mine, but I was Orra's — worked it into a passionate shove, a curving stroke about a third as long as a full stroke, but amateur and gentle, that is, tentative still; and Orra screamed then; how she screamed; she made known her readiness: then the next time, she grunted: ‘Uhnnn-nahhhhhh . . .’ a sound thick at the beginning but that trailed into refinement, into sweetness, a lingering sweetness…

She took the thrust: she convulsed a little; she fluttered all over; her skin fluttered; things twitched in her, in the disorder surrounding the phallic blow in her. After two thrusts, she collapsed, went flaccid, then toughened and readied herself again, rose a bit from the bed, aimed the flattened, mysteriously funnel-like container of her lower end at me, too high, so that I had to pull her down with my hands on her butt or on her hips; and her face, when I glanced at her beneath my lids, was fantastically pleasing, set, concentrated, busy, harassed; her body was strong, was stone, smooth stone and wet-satin paper bags and snaky webs, thin and alive, made of woven snakes that lived, thrown over the stone; she held the great, writhing-skinned stone construction toward me, the bony marvel, the half-dish of bone with its secretive, gluey-smooth entrance, the place where I was — it was undefined, except for that: the place where I was: she took and met each thrust — and shuddered and collapsed and rose again: she seemed to rise to the act of taking it; I thought she was partly mistaken, childish, to think that the center of sex was to meet and take the prick thrown into her as hard as it could be thrown, now that she was excited; but there was a weird wildness, a wild freedom, like children cavorting, uncontrolled, set free, but not hysterical merely without restraint; the odd, thickened, knobbed pole springing back and forth as if mounted on a web of wide rubber bands; it was a naïve and a complete release. I whomped it in and she went, ‘UHNNN!’ and a half-iota of a second later, I was seated all the way in her, I jerked a minim of an inch deeper in her, and went: ‘UHNN!’ too. Her whole body shook. She would go, ‘UHN!’ And I would go, ‘UHN!’" TC mark

9 Women On The Worst Sex Catastrophe Of Their Life (And Why They Kind Of Enjoyed It)

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 07:15 PM PDT


1. The Academic Challenge

“Every year at my college, we have an "Academic Challenge" where everyone competes to have sex in every college building. My boyfriend and I were pregaming in my friend's dorm and had about 5 too many vodka shots. In a room full of our friends, he had squeezed my leg and we made eye contact both knowingly sending the message: "time to have sex in the library." We stumbled out, unsure of our footing but holding each other. We somehow found our way to the dusty stacks (I believe it was ironically the Feminist Lit section). We were ripping each others clothes off, knocking books onto the floor and really going at it. Suddenly, as I was kissing my man's neck I look up to see two security officers standing right behind him with their arms folded. I tried to cover up my nakedness but there was no point. They told us we had to get dressed and leave but wouldn't leave the room because they were worried we were too drunk. Instead of being morbidly embarrassed, I realized the sex is so much better when a little risk is involved.” – Sarah, 21

2. The "Wet" Dream

“I had been hooking up with this one guy pretty consistently. I was a freshman and he was a popular senior; known to take charge both in the clubs he led on campus and in bed. We had a few incredibly romantic dates, which was something I had never experienced before and I really felt like I was being "wooed" in the old-fashioned sense of the word. One night, I slipped up and dropped the put-together facade I had carefully curated for only him to see. I got way too drunk and after a night out at the club we quickly stumbled into bed. I woke up the next morning with no memory of the night and a wet sheen all over me and him. I shook him awake and asked him what was going on. "You don't remember?" he asked steadily. He proceeded to inform me that while on top I had peed on him. Surprisingly, as I buried my head in my hands, he simply laughed. We ended up dating happily for four years and in part, I think it worked because we got the awkward moments out of the way first.” – Eva, 22

3. Cougar Town

“Some of my favorite moments throughout college have been hanging with my sorority sisters, but sometimes they encourage me to take it too far. It was the night of our infamous "hand-cuff" party that we host every April. The rules are as follow: you are hand-cuffed to a random partner for the night and together you are supposed to finish a handle of the alcohol of your choice. My sorority sisters, thinking they were being hilarious, put me with the freshman cutie we had been calling "babyface" behind his back because of his resemblance to JBeibs. The Beyoncé tracks and tequila were getting to my head, and I began to let go of my mature "senior woman" ways. Needless to say, I was feeling naughty. The next morning when I woke up, baby face was in my bed and there were 5 condom wrappers littered on the floor. It seems age really is but a number. I pour one out to you, Courtney Cox.” – Maureen, 26

4. Bleeding Love

“The guy was in my math class. His curly hair and quirky sense of humor had been driving me crazy all semester. On the last day of class I figured since my grade was already in the toilet from staring at his broad back instead of the board, I'd invite him to this party my friend Becca was throwing. To my shock and surprise, he said yes. The night was magic. We talked about travel, the future and our professor's confusing hawaiian t-shirts. We ruffled each others hair and finally headed back to his room. We turned the lights off and began going at it. It only lasted for a few minutes before I felt a warm liquid on my face and started tasting something metallic in our kiss. We turned the lights on to find our faces covered in blood. I had got a nosebleed! He screamed like a little girl and immediately ran to get paper towels. We stopped right then and there and never spoke again. I realized if he can't laugh at himself, he's not the kind of guy worth being with.” – Chelsea, 21

5. Catch and Release

“In High School, I was the last of my friends to do anything sexual. When all my friends swapped sexy stories during slumber parties, I sat in silence. I wanted to be the girl who could put a finger down in "Never Have I Ever." I wanted to stop feeling so prude. Unfortunately, I got my chance with Tony. Tony was 6'6, on the basketball team and widely known for being well-endowed. He approached me at a free house and we stumbled into the closet to make out. My kisses went south and I decided to try my first hand at a blow-job. The rumors were true, he was HUGE. As I went to work, my stomach started to slosh with Budweiser and the Chipotle I had had for dinner. Before I could come up for air, I threw up all over him and his dick. Tony was disgusted. I was humiliated. He told everyone at school. But now I know not to attempt to pleasure someone that isn't willing to do the same for me. Or eat chipotle before any potential hook-up…” – Alexa, 24

6. An Ex-Y story

“I had always had a crush on Tom. His goofy smile and moves on the soccer field truly got to me. When my friend Jessa informed me that Tom was back on the market after his year long relationship, I jumped at the opportunity to sleep with him. I finally got my chance at a small get together in our mutual friend's apartment. We left the party early together and began fooling around. After what felt like 2 hours, he still hadn't been able to get it up. He abruptly sat up naked and flaccid and put his face in his hands. He began crying and telling me all about how much he missed his ex-gf. I spent a few minutes patting his back, got dressed and headed out. That experience taught me that everyone need's time between relationships, boys are actually sensitive (who knew?) and to never allow myself to be a side-chick.” – Tara, 23

7. Hole in Zero

“I was hooking up with this hot, hot senior Mark in the darkest hour of the night on the soccer field one night. It had been his steamy suggestion and we spent glorious minutes rolling around the dewy grass kissing and clutching eachother's backs. He was the kind of guy you never think you'd score. The "reach." But I was happy to discover that our sexual chemistry felt undeniably electric. As the intensity progressed, he pulled down my underwear confidently and assuredly. What followed confused even the most sexually experienced of my friends: he couldn't "find the hole." After minutes of fumbling, he confessed this to me in a whisper and I burst into cackling laughter on the spot. The takeaway ladies: the white boy's confidence is a facade, don't believe it.” – Kim, 22

8. The Newb

“This guy Chet was the sweetest guy I had ever known. Before we ever got into eachother's pants, he had taken me out on 3 dates. One race-car driving on a famous track in California. He was the kind of guy who you could imagine the whole white-dress, walk-down the aisle thing. He was the rub your feet kind of guy. But… The first time we got "intimate" (his term for it) made me feel like I was back in sophomore year in high school. He had told me he wasn't a virgin but his tentative fingers in my underwear told a different story. Suddenly he pulled away, "Why are you so wet?" he asked in a disgusted voice. Wow. I fumed for a while but then I ended up going on to advocate the importance of sexual health in High School so that no other girl ever has to feel embarrassed by her own body.” – Cammy, 26

9. Sweetie, are you sick?

“The first summer me and my college boyfriend were together, I lived at home with my parents. It was a hard adjustment for us to not all of a sudden have a space all to ourselves to moan and rock the bed. We tried to be as quiet as possible but sometimes the creaking and gasps were inevitable. However, I thought I was getting away with it. Until one morning, over coffee's and blueberrys my mom casually asked me to "Please dispose of my cum tissues." I was mortified and beyond that, felt guilty for putting her in such a compromising position. I learned to find alternative spaces for our crazy love-making (like the shower). Sorry mom!”- Bea, 22 TC mark

When The One Who Broke Your Heart Comes Crawling Back

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 07:00 PM PDT


Sometimes, life can surprise you in a way you never expected. And sometimes, your first love will come back to you. The one person who broke your heart will come crawling back to you and you’ll stand there shaking with bittersweet tears exploding out of you. You’ll stand there still terribly in love with him, and still infatuated with every part of his being. But, when the one who broke your heart comes crawling back to you, please don’t take him back.

The universe brought him back to me the summer I finally started to begin anew. I had finally shook the ghost that haunted me for so long. I finally had found myself smiling instead of crying, and dreaming of my future instead of dreaming of my past. I remember seeing him for the first time in six months. He stood on stage playing his guitar, and when he looked at me, my heart dropped. I ran out the door, too petrified to look at him again. I used to think I ran because I was over him. But I ran because I wasn’t. I never was.

That night, I remember laying in bed playing that scene over and over in my head. My months of hard work had gone down the drain with a simple glance. And I was angry as hell. Who was he to come here and mess with my heart again?

I couldn’t let him in again, I had to protect myself first. And so, that’s what I did. At least, it’s what I tried to do.

He came to my house a few days later. He cried, saying he was sorry and that he wanted me back. I sat there stone cold, with no tears running down my cheeks. Shaking my head, I said the one word I never thought I could ever say to him, “no.” And for once, I was fucking proud of myself. I had done the unthinkable. I had stood up for myself, instead of always only thinking of him.

Then, something happened that I never should have done. As I hugged him goodbye for the last, final time, we kissed. And it wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was the type of kiss that said “Don’t leave me, I love you. I always will. Please don’t go”. With that kiss, all my love for him flooded forth and I couldn’t stop it. With that kiss, I had let him in again. I had lost the battle.

I remember as he walked away, and as tears streamed down my face, that it took all of the power inside of me to not shout out his name to tell him to come back for me.

So, when the one who broke your heart comes crawling back to you, don’t let him in. Don’t give him the power to break you apart again. Don’t slip up. And don’t kiss him for the last time. He broke your heart once, and he will do it again. Don’t let his presence make you go weak in the knees. Don’t mistake a moment for something that will be permanent, because it never will be. 

A lot of people dream that the person they loved will come back to them. But the truth is, that if they do, it won’t end in how you expect. It will just cause you to hurt more and you’ll have to start over once more. And you will feel so powerless because you let the one thing that had power over you, get to you again.

So, please don’t let this person who broke you, break you again. Someday, you’re going to be thankful for building yourself up instead of trying to build something up that never existed. TC mark

When You Miss Me, Just Call

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 06:00 PM PDT

Joe St. Pierre
Joe St. Pierre

When you miss me, just call.

Why do we overcomplicate things? Take our lives and twist them in circles? Make our emotions messy and muddled and misconstrued until we aren't even sure what we're feeling anymore?

Pick up. Dial. Pause. Speak.
It's really just that simple.

When you come across a photograph of us, stuffed in one of the boxes under your bed. When you see my handwriting on the back of a picture frame. When you see the way the sunset gleams off a wine glass. When you take that old backroad home. When you drive with the windows down. When you sink into the couch where we used to curl up, me like a kitten in your lap.

When you taste the summertime air on your lips, I hope you remember me.

I hope that ache cuts deep, I hope that loneliness sets in, and I hope, most of all, that you reach for me. Across skies and galaxies, across wind and weather and static phone lines. Across cities and states and different dreams, I hope you reach for me.

Because no matter the time or distance, I'll always love the sound of your voice.

There is a world of difference between us. Words that were said, and bitten back. Laughter that was shared, and stifled. Thoughts that were expressed, and held hostage in our brains.

We are now two souls, living independently of one another, chasing our callings, finding our way. But that will never mean you don't matter to me.

Regardless of where we are right now, your name will still taste like strawberry wine and first kisses. Like naïveté and stubbornness. Bittersweet.

I hope you know I'll answer. Love has a funny way of tying hearts together, and I always knew we'd be connected, even if our original feelings are no longer there. We always will be.

So I hope you call when you think of me.

When you're reminded of the way I used to eat peanut butter straight from the jar, or used to go running at night so I could see the stars sprinkled across the sky. When it rains and you wonder where I am, and if I'm still afraid. (I am.) When you pour yourself a drink that tastes just like our first kiss.

Then I hope you call me.

I hope you push away the fear and muster up the courage. I hope your heart pounds and your hands sweat as you hold the receiver to your ear.

I hope you think of hanging up a million times, but you don't.

And I hope my 'hello,' is just what you want to hear.

Timid. Eager. Confused. Calm.
To your Dial. Pause. Speak.

And I hope our voices fall into rhythm, thousands of words and stories to share. Across oceans and rivers, towns and memories, and years passed between us—I hope that phone call fills the gap. TC mark

8 Beautiful Feelings To Bring Home After Traveling, And 8 To Leave Behind

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 05:00 PM PDT


Things To Bring Home

1. Sense of wonder

There are amazing, genius, beautiful things in your own backyard. Familiarity does not equal normality. Nor does it make the plants, posters, birds and buildings unimportant or any less amazing. Don't sleepwalk through space and time. Stay alert. Your daily commute is only as uninteresting as where you set your eyes.

2. Gratitude

The word 'lucky' enters my mind and leaves my lips countless times in a day on the road. Carry that feeling, joy and grateful attitude home. Be thankful for your belongings, your roots, your family. You are lucky to have the opportunity to walk down any street, regardless of its proximity to your birthplace. Don't take people, ability or space for granted.

3. Kindness, openness, friendliness

All over the world, it's as easy as asking a question and offering a smile. Start a conversation, give a compliment, ask for advice. Take off your headphones. Speaking with strangers can let you travel without moving your feet.

4. Confidence

You won't be a novelty when you return, but you won't be (as much of) an object, either. Flaunt your flaws and they become your biggest assets. Speak loudly and say no as often as you say yes.

5. Inspiration

There's a wealth of beauty, art, creativity, space, and joy all over the world. Don't become dull to it because you have a routine or are in places that are 'old' to you. If the location isn't new, your perspective can be.

6. Action

Ideas are great, results are better. Open your notebook and turn your scrawl into something tangible. Start talking, start sketching. Start small. Stop dreaming and start moving. Just start.

7. Faith

Things will work out. The answers are never obvious even when you have them. Take heart that you can get where you need to be without a map or a plan.

8. Reframe

Continue to check your perspective. Offer the benefit of the doubt and consider the lessons you learned rather than the time or money lost. Think of the alternatives and remember your privilege. If they took it, they probably need it more.

Things To Leave Behind

1. Expectations

Keep these low so your heart and head can go high. Buildup leads to breakdowns. Enter time, places, and events without expectation so that you can make the experience what you want it to be – organically and without pretense.

2. Perfection

If they don't like you because a hair is out of place, they were never going to be yours to begin with. Things aren't going to go as you want or line up straight. The image in your mind was cultivated from a magazine, not reality. Find joy in quirks, accept detours and embrace what you've been taught to shame.

3. Elongated Elation

Some days you just won't want to chat. Sometimes physical needs overtake. That is okay. Don't beat yourself up because every moment of every day isn't lived on a high. Appreciate and embrace low times. They signify balance and connection with your physical self. Pain makes pleasure greater.

4. Need

More things are optional than necessary. You are as heavy as your belongings. Part with your cargo, privilege function, and keep what serves you. Don't become trapped by comforts. Your experience expands the more you let go.

5. Stress

It doesn't really matter. Be kind, be safe, be honest. A delayed bus will come eventually. A missed opportunity wasn't the one for you. Feeding into constructed pressures and competition only hurts your mind and body.

6. Fear

Creaky boats, shady characters and speeding motorbikes lead me to repeat: "If I die here, it was a good life." Push yourself to expand your comfort zone. Remember that sometimes it is braver to say no. Listening to your instincts and going for your dreams can be the scariest thing in the world. Balance by overcoming your fear of missing out and fear of taking part.

7. Comparison

There is a perceived 'lack' when we go through the motions. The illusion of scarcity drives competition, promotes pressure and leads to unhappiness. Striving to keep up, equate, exceed. In reality, there is no shortage of opportunity. Someone else's win doesn't result in a loss.

8. Self-Assessment

Greatness isn't associated with a number in your bank account, Instagram followers, or transcript records. Impact can't always be measured. Goals don't always have to be tangible. Value is a perspective. Shift yours to create your own. TC mark

21 Tiny Moments Of Pure Joy You Can Only Experience In A Happy, Healthy Relationship

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 04:00 PM PDT


1. When your significant other mentions the future as if it's assumed that you'll still be together and the reassurance that they're just as committed as you are is more comforting than a warm, snuggly blanket on a frigid day.

2. When your boyfriend or girlfriend compliments the feature or personality trait you’re kind of insecure about and you realize that you really are beautiful just as you are in their eyes.

3. When they comment that you look nice even though you definitely don't because they honestly don't care what you're wearing, or how disheveled your hair is.

4. When the person you love refers to losing you as the worst thing that could possibly happen to them and you can sense in your heart that the sentiment's entirely genuine.

5. When your significant other says something dismissive about his or her ex and you can’t help doing a little internal jig because what you have is so much more special than all of their past relationships combined.

6. When your partner tags you in a post on social and you can't help feeling insanely flattered that they’re so willing to own their affection publicly.

7. When you walk through the door to find your significant other making a home-cooked meal so you don't have to think twice about what you're going to eat, prepare, or order for dinner that night.

8. When your boyfriend or girlfriend confesses that they're aching to cancel your existing plans and stay in and that's all you want at that exact same moment in life too.

9. When you’re not looking your best but they can’t stop pawing at you anyway because they’re so damn attracted to you and they want you that badly—in any way, shape, or form.

10. When your significant other confesses to thinking about you while masturbating, or having a naughty dream starring you and you can’t help feeling hot AF as a result.

11. When they request a sext midday because nothing turns them on quite like you—not even porn.

12. When you wake up to the gentle tickle of your significant other’s nails against your lower back, understanding that they want morning sex and you couldn’t be happier to oblige.

13. When your partner is in the mood to watch the exact same kind of movie or TV show as you so you don't have to worry about making your case for the program with a questionable Rotten Tomatoes rating that you're dying to see anyway.

14. When they automatically squeeze your hand a little during romantic scenes because they associate you with all that lustful, passionate, love-dovey stuff.

15. When your significant other is clearly in the mood to STFU and enjoy some quiet time, and you know you can sit together in silence without feeling at all awkward because you really are that compatible.

16. When you catch yourself hurting for no reason other than the fact that your partner is hurting and you realize just how connected you are—emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually.

17. When, after a fight, you realize that you can get through anything as a couple because you’re equally devoted to reaching resolutions and moving forward.

18. When you find yourself pledging to do something better, not just for yourself, but also because you want to do right by your significant other.

19. When you find yourself missing them intensely after just a few hours of separation because you sincerely prefer doing almost everything together and you don’t care if that makes you co-dependent.

20. When your boyfriend or girlfriend mentions offhandedly that they want to build a family with you and you can sense that they really do mean what they’re saying.

21. When they declare their intention to stand by your side no matter what, and you know in your heart that you’ve discovered a true partner in life. TC mark

I Am An AR-15 Owner And I’ve Had Enough

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 03:59 PM PDT


The first time I fired an AR-15 I believe I was about 16 years old. It seemed undeniably cool, all in black and virtually jagged compared to the wooden stocked hunting rifles I was used to. We fired a couple of magazines worth of ammo through it, judged its accuracy at different ranges and then put it away. I don’t recall firing one again until years later and not long after that I acquired one myself.

At the time I’d intended to start pig hunting (wild pigs, mind you) down in Georgia or Texas where the invasive swine run wild and destroy indigenous habitat. Pigs can be notoriously difficult to kill and having a semi-automatic rifle seemed like the best tool for the job. But then I never ended up going pig hunting and the rifle now sits in a safe in my apartment.

I don’t fear the AR-15. I don’t fear the Mini-14 either. I don’t fear the AK-47. I am not intimidated by them. I know how to work them. I don’t think of them as exclusively tools for human death. I think of them as machines. I am aware that AR-15s account for less than 1% of all gun murders in the United States. I am aware that pistols with standard capacity magazines make up 86% of the guns (PDF) used in the U.S. to commit crime and kill human beings.

And yet, 49 people are dead in Orlando and they were shot to death with an AR-15 with a thirty round magazine.

There’s an argument that goes on continually between gun control advocates and people who believe there should be very little or no gun control. That argument is that the bulk of gun murders are committed with illegal weapons and that the people using them never submit themselves for a background check. The argument is that no gun laws would prevent the vast majority of murders committed among criminals in the commission of crimes. Most of the guns used to take lives in places like Chicago and Seattle are obtained illegally, either stolen or purchased from what are known as “straw purchasers”. This is fact.

And yet, 49 people lay dead in Orlando in the biggest mass shooting in American history and the shooter purchased his tools legally.


There is an argument that says that a person intent on killing people in massive numbers will find a way to do it no matter what, as if the murderous are geniuses unable to be deterred by either difficulty or time.

There is an argument that says that the U.S. Constitution grants American citizens unlimited access to as many weapons as we like so long as we do not break the law and mostly this interpretation is fine until it isn’t. The number of law abiding gun owners does vastly outnumber those persons who possess firearms simply as a means of intimidation, mayhem, and murder. Almost all gun owners in the United States are law abiding people, even those, like me, who own AR-15s. The vast majority of us will never hurt anyone and wouldn’t want to.

And yet, the Orlando gunman fired over 200 rounds at Pulse and two dozen mothers lost their sons and daughters. Two dozen, in one day, in only a few hours.

There are people who believe in confiscation. There are people who believe in making gun owners pay for insurance for firearms. There are people who believe in required psych evaluations prior to purchasing a firearm. These ideas are bad and they are unworkable. They will not happen. They are also all illegal under the U.S. Constitution and changing the Second Amendment would be so divisive that to even try and implement any of them could cause bloodshed.


And yet I’ve had enough. This is enough for all time. When criminals kill each other their families mourn. Their communities may mourn if they were young but everyone knows why they died. For the most part, they died because they took up the gun against other people who had taken up the gun. There is no mystery even if some say there is. But Orlando is different. Shootings at schools are different. These events are acts of execution, not battles. They are no different from the guillotine, one lined up after another and sent to the next world.

And they are that way for one reason. Capacity.

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I can go out right now and buy a 100 round magazine for my AR-15. It costs only $119. I could buy two. For barely over $300 I could buy three and carry 300 rounds on me attached to a tactical vest. I would barely ever have to reload. I could hold off police. I could shoot anyone who charged me and tried to stop me. There would be no respite and break where I would have to take a few seconds to stop and change magazines. If they were close enough together then I could kill hundreds in minutes.

See, this is the dirty secret that gun owners know. We know that, for the most part, non-gun owners don’t understand guns. We know that you don’t know how to deter these shootings. We know that non-gun owners will call for psych evals (the government can’t force people to go to the doctor to exercise a constitutional right), insurance (you can’t pass a law that alienates the poor from their constitutional rights), confiscation (who wants to be the first in line to confiscate 350 million weapons even if Congress did repeal the 2nd Amendment). We know that it is the things that cannot happen that will be the things gun control advocates will call for.

But there’s one thing that would put a dent in the number of mass shootings today and that’s restricting magazine sizes for the AR-15 and other semiautomatic rifles to 10 rounds. No more. Ten.

IMG_4783That requirement would have meant that the Orlando shooter would have had to carry 20 magazines on him and reload twenty times during his rampage to fire the 200+ rounds he fired. Instead he had several thirty round magazines and was able to afford himself both the time and space to carry out his murders. He was able to push people away from him with long bursts of gunfire and barely give his victims a chance to take that split second, when he was reloading, to leap on him and tear him apart.

For those who haven’t fired an AR-15, you can’t underestimate the importance of this. Extended magazines are the reason the San Bernardino killers were so brash and confident in the attack they carried out. They knew that no one could get near them, that there would barely be a moment when they would be vulnerable to an unarmed person grabbing them and stopping them.

Give me three 100 round drum magazines and I could hold my whole block hostage for a day. Give me ten 10 round magazines and someone will be able to stop me.


I own an AR-15 and I am not ashamed of that. I am a Christian and I’m not ashamed of that. I have worked for the U.S. government overseas in Iraq and I’m not ashamed of that. I hunt and edited an entire book on the gun control debate and I’m not ashamed of that. But what I am ashamed of is the unwillingness on the part of so many gun owners to make this tiny concession that they know would have a dramatic impact on the outcomes of mass killings. What I am ashamed of is the press’s unwillingness to report that this is the change we need to make. What I am ashamed of is that gun rights advocates know that this change would cost lawful owners little and would deter the insane or fanatical.

There’s a saying that goes “when seconds count the police are only minutes away.” It’s meant to enforce the truism that we are all ultimately responsible for our own defense when the chips are down. But what it really reinforces is the importance of time. Time matters immensely when you’re defending yourself. You need time to do so. You need opportunity. Ban magazines over ten rounds. Give potential victims time and opportunity and in giving them that time we will deter murderers from attempting these mass shootings. They will fear that they won’t be able to kill enough to make their point before they are crushed by their chosen victims. They are cowards. Give them reason to fear.

This may seem too small. Many seem to think that only a multi-billion dollar government initiative can put a dent in this problem or, barring that, at least a brief victory in our ongoing culture wars. To them I would say it’s not the size of the solution that matters. It is whether it works. This would work.

Ban magazines over ten rounds. Do it soon or we will be digging more plots for young men and women before the leaves have begun to turn. TC mark

We’re Just Damaged Goods Looking For Love

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 03:00 PM PDT


I know what you're thinking. You don't want to show your cards. If you're vulnerable, then there's room for you to get hurt. It's easier to just keep things the way they are, at an arm's distance. That way you never have to feel too much. Don't worry. Honestly, I totally get it, because I'm the same way.

Can't we just keep it short and sweet?

If we end it right in the throes of infatuation, remembering it only for the nights entangled in romance and lust, before there could be any complications or hurt pride,

then we'll both be safe. We won't have to suffer the sting of rejection and the blow of, 'it's not working.'

Let's be honest, this is just a game. Who can get out first with the least amount of pain? Who can emerge victorious and feel like the one who made the executive decision? Speaking of, when do I make said decision? What if I'm too late or too early? Surely there must be a sweet spot, right? I have to play this card at the right time.

That's right, we'll both leave while the getting's good. It'll only be the comfortable feelings and pleasant memories made, with no serious dependence on the future. I'm only thinking of both of us here.

If it's never official between us, then eventually, even when it hurts, we can wear a brave face and act like it never really mattered at all. Inside we'll be on the floor, mere puddles of human, wondering why we were too scared to just give it a try.

Why wasn't it like this before? Back when we were younger and more reckless with our hearts we didn't play the same way. It was fast and addictive in the beginning because we had no idea what a broken heart felt like yet. We didn't have experience with this danger that existed beyond the shattered first image of love. Then it hits, and the pain is unlike anything in this world. The come down from love is worse than any drug could ever be.

Once that pain is engrained, we do everything we can to avoid it again. Don't get in too deep.

Don't play with our whole hearts, keeping one foot firmly rooted to land just in case. We can't fall and get hurt like that again. We have to be in control this time.

We have other options, too. Saying you want to take time to focus on your career when you're 30 is completely understandable, but probably wasn't on your mind at age 18 during that first love. The world gets bigger, and so do the possibilities, and the demon of desire rears its ugly head again.

Is he really the best I can get? Is this worth risking heartbreak for? What kind of gamble am I taking here?

By the time we're Facebook friends, I'll already know what your ex girlfriend looks like, what your best friends share with you, where you've been before, and what you wore to your best friend's wedding. You'll know all of the same things about me. It's public information, after all. We both made it so.

It's not that we want to go through photos from 2007. We know we're better than that. We're not the type to stalk someone's past and judge but we can't resist the chance to conduct the due diligence. We look for cracks in the veneer, getting to know this online personality rather than the actual person. I might know that you love Metallica thanks to Spotify but I may never know your Sunday morning routine. You won't let me in that far.

I won't send you two texts in a row and God forbid I even consider actually calling you.

I don't want to appear to be more into this than you are.

Then you'll lose interest or feel too much pressure. I'll never tell you that I imagine loving even boring Wednesday nights with you and you'll never admit to me that you think about me every day at least once.

We won't delete Tinder because that would eliminate too many possibilities. Eventually we'll talk less and less. Then it'll all fall apart from a Whatsapp read receipt. I'll think you took too long to respond. You'll post something on your Facebook timeline that I find a way to misinterpret and my opinion of you will slowly change. I'll notice that you liked some girl's photo and convince myself that I'm just one of many in your harem. Maybe it's true. I'll never know for sure.

We'll blame the other person subconsciously while simultaneously wishing against all better judgment that this one could have worked out. I'll feel inconsolable for a few days.

But the 'ding' on my phone of another liked photo, another 'awesome!' comment, another thumbs up, will keep my opinion of myself afloat until I can find another one of you, and I guess you'll do the same. As long as we continue this way, we'll never have to feel too much.

How on earth did we ever get here? TC mark

For more from Kristin Addis, follow her on Instagram @BeMyTravelMuse or buy her book A Thousand New Beginnings.

45 Of The Most Beautiful Love Lyrics In Country Music

Posted: 14 Jun 2016 02:00 PM PDT

Tammy McGary
Tammy McGary


I’ll keep on turning the pages
Oh what a story to tell
You’ll still be my sweetheart when everything ages,
You’ll be the last book on the shelf

I hope you’re the end of my story
I hope you’re as far as it goes
I hope you’re the last word I ever utter
It’s never your time to go.

— “I Hope You’re The End Of My Story,” Pistol Annies


And we’ll build this love from the ground up
Now ’til forever it’s all of me, all of you
Just take my hand
And I’ll be the man your dad hoped that I’d be.

— “From The Ground Up,” Dan & Shay


There’s more here than what were seeing
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You’ll always be love’s great martyr
And I’ll be the flattered fool
And I need you, yeah.

— “God Gave Me You,” Blake Shelton


You will always be the miracle that makes my life complete,
And as long as there’s a breath in me, I’ll make yours just as sweet.
As we look into the future, it’s as far as we can see,
So let’s make each tomorrow be the best that it can be.

— “I Cross My Heart, George Strait


You’re the healing hands where it used to hurt
You’re my saving grace, you’re my kind of church
You’re holy.

— “H.O.L.Y.” Florida Georgia Line


Lost in this moment with you
I am completely consumed
My feelings so absolute
there’s no doubt
Sealing our love with a kiss
Waiting my whole life for this
Watching all my dreams come true
Lost in this moment with you

— – “Lost In This Moment With You,” Big & Rich


Every time you kiss me
it’s like sunshine and whiskey.

— “Sunshine & Whiskey,” Frankie Ballard


Every long lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

— “God Bless The Broken Road,” Rascal Flatts


If I never get to see the Northern lights
Or if I never get to see the Eiffel Tower at night
Oh if all I got is your hand in my hand
Baby I could die a happy man
A happy man, baby.

— “Die A Happy Man,” Thomas Rhett


Better than I was
More than I am
And all of this happened
By takin’ your hand

And who I am now
Is who I wanted to be
And now that we’re together
I’m stronger than ever
I’m happy and free.

— “It’s Your Love,” Tim McGraw


They say behind every man is a good woman
But I think that’s a lie
‘Cause when it comes to you
I’d rather have you by my side.

— “You’re My Better Half,” Keith Urban


Gimme the girl that’s beautiful,
Without a trace of makeup of on,
Barefoot in the kitchen,
Singing her favorite song.
Dancing around like a fool,
Starring in her own little show,
Gimme the girl the rest of the world,
Ain’t lucky enough to know.

— “Gimme That Girl,” Joe Nichols


If you’re callin’ ’bout my heart
It’s still yours
I should’ve listened to it a little more
Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long to know where I belong.

— “Austin,” Blake Shelton


Remember when the sound of little feet
Was the music we danced to week to week
Brought back the love, we found trust
Vowed we’d never give it up
Remember when.

— “Remember When,” Alan Jackson


If you get there before I do, don’t give up on me
Ill meet you when my chores are through
I dont know how long Ill be but Im not gonna let you down
Darling, wait and see.

And between now and then til I see you again
Ill be loving you, love me.

— “If You Get There Before I Do,” Collin Raye


She’s in love with the boy,
and even if she has to run away,
she’s gonna marry that boy someday.

— “In Love With The Boy,” Trisha Yearwood


I am a short fuse, I am a wrecking ball
Crashing into your heart like I do
You’re like a Sunday morning full of grace and full of Jesus
And I wish that I could be more like you.

— “Hard To Love,” Lee Brice


She made me thirst for a woman’s love
I kept drinking, couldn’t get enough
Yeah, there was magic in her velvet touch.

— “Drive Me Crazy,” Kip Moore


Alone at a corner table,
She was watching me watching her.
I was singin’ about an old flame burning,
She was hanging on to every word.

I was pouring out my feelings,
She was pouring out the wine.
Through the smoke and the beer,
It was perfectly clear,
That we were touching each others minds.

— “Ten Feet Away,” Keith Whitley


If I made you feel second best,
girl I’m sorry I was blind.
You were always on my mind.

— “Always On My Mind,” Willie Nelson


Take the very breath you gave me
Take the heart from my chest
I’ll gladly take her place if you’ll let me
Make this my last request
Take me out of this world
God, please don’t take the girl.

— “Don’t Take The Girl,” Tim McGraw


In spite of ourselves we’ll end up a-sittin’ on a rainbow
Against all odds, honey we’re the big door-prize
We’re gonna spite our noses right off of our faces
There won’t be nothin’ but big ol’ hearts dancin’ in our eyes.

— “ In Spite Of Ourselves,” Iris Dement


We’re gonna do what lovers do
We’re gonna have a fight or two
But I ain’t ever changin’ my mind
Crazy girl, don’t you know that I love you?
And I wouldn’t dream of goin’ nowhere
Silly woman, come here, let me hold you
Have I told you lately?
I love you like crazy, girl.

— “Crazy Girl,” Eli Young Band


She’s a warm conversation
That I wouldn’t miss for nothing
She’s a fighter when she’s mad
And she’s a lover when she’s loving

And she’s everything I ever wanted
And everything I need
I talk about her, I go on and on and on
‘Cause she’s everything to me.

— “She’s Everything,” Brad Paisley


If mine could be the name that changes yours,
The wine in your glass,
The swing on your porch,
The dollar in your pocket,
And the peaceful in your sleep,
Then I’d be what you mean to me.

— “Mean To Me,” Brett Eldredge


When you're weak, I'll be strong
When you let go, I'll hold on
When you need to cry, I swear that I'll be there to dry your eyes
When you feel lost and scared to death,
Like you can't take one more step
Just take my hand, together we can do it
I'm gonna love you through it.

— “I’m Gonna Love You Through It,” Martina McBride


I start walkin your way you start walkin mine
we meet in the middle ‘neath that old Georgia pine.
We gain a lot of ground cause we both give a little
aint no road to long when we meet in the middle.

— “Meet In The Middle,” Diamond Rio


When I’m lying wrapped up in your arms,
the whole world just fades away.
The only thing I hear is the beating of your heart.

— “Breathe,” Faith Hill


If you wonder how long I’ll be faithful
I’ll be happy to tell you again.
I’m gonna love you forever & ever,
forever & ever amen.

— “Forever And Ever, Amen,” Randy Travis


Don’t know how you do it.
I love the way I lose it, every time.
What’s even better is knowing that forever you’re all mine.

— “I Melt,” Rascal Flatts


You’re crazy
There ain’t a girl in this whole wide world that could ever make me
feel the way I do about you, baby
Yeah, you’re crazy
But you can be as crazy as you wanna be
As long as you’re crazy over me.

— “Crazy Over Me,” Dan Scott


You and me go fishin’ in the dark
Lyin’ on our backs and countin’ the stars
Where the cool grass grows
Down by the river in the full moon light
We’ll be fallin’ in love in the middle of the night
Just movin’ slow
Stayin’ the whole night through
Feels so good to be with you

— “Feels So Good To Be With You,” Nitty Gritty Dirt Band


I wanna open my eyes,
When the sun breaks through,
And see you there, beside me.

I wanna reach out at night,
And pull you close.
I wanna know your arms around me.

I wanna dream your dreams,
Wanna make em all come true.
Dance every dance that you want to.
Every breath I breathe will be for you.

— “Change Your Name,” Chase Bryant


When I said I do, I meant that I will ’til the end of all time
Be faithful and true, devoted to you
That’s what I had in mind when I said I do.

— “When I Said I Do,” Clint Black


She said, I bet you don’t remember me.
I said, only every other memory.

— “Something Like That,” Tim McGraw


She’s a picture in my wallet
Of my unborn children’s mother
She’s the hand that I’m holding
When I’m on my knees and praying
She’s the answer to my prayer
And she’s the song that I’m playing
And she’s everything I ever wanted.

— “She’s Everything,” Brad Paisley


Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I’ve never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

I don’t know how you do what you do
I’m so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I wanna spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever.

— “Amazed,” Lonestar


It’s not in the whiskey, tequila or the wine
It’s all about the touch and the fire in your eyes
It gets me fumbling always stumbling through a haze
I got plenty to do just laying here with you all day

I woke up, still drunk, on your love.

— “Drunk On Your Love,” Brett Eldredge


I’ll never settle down,
That’s what I always thought
Yeah, I was that kind of man,
Just ask anyone

I don’t dance, But here I am
Spinning you round and round in circles
It Ain’t my style, but I don’t care
I’d do anything with you anywhere
Guess you got me in the palm of your hand
Cause, I don’t dance.

— “I Don’t Dance,” Lee Brice


I met a girl
She made me smile, she made me wait
She crossed the street, she crossed my heart
She fixed her dress, she bit her lip, she let me up
I met a girl with crazy shoes and baby blues
The way she moves is changing my whole world
I met a girl.

— “I Met A Girl,” William Michael Morgan


Just to see you smile
I’d do anything that you wanted me to
When all is said and done
I’d never count the cost
It’s worth all that’s lost
Just to see you smile.

— “Just To See You Smile,” Tim McGraw


You can’t undo a fall like this
‘Cause love don’t know what distance is
Yeah, I know it’s crazy

But I don’t want “good” and I don’t want “good enough”
I want “can’t sleep, can’t breathe without your love”
Front porch and one more kiss, it doesn’t make sense to anybody else
Who cares if you’re all I think about,
I’ve searched the world and I know now,
It ain’t right if you ain’t lost your mind.

— “I Want Crazy,” Hunter Hayes


When I think about you
I think about 17
I think about my old Jeep
I think about the stars in the sky.

— “Springsteen,” Eric Church


Cause honestly I don't know what I'd do
If I'd never met a woman like you.

— “A Woman Like You,” Lee Brice


I wanna put you in my car and drive
And turn you up loud, roll down all the windows and shout it out
I love this girl oh
If I could press play, repeat how happy I’d be
Wherever I’d go I’d have you there with me
You’d be right where you belong
I wanna put you in a song.

— “Put You In A Song,” Keith Urban TC mark