The internal struggle between wanting to be productive and just wanting to nap all day.

Terrible things can happen if you go camping. For starters, you could want to go camping again.

Whenever I’m willing to sell my soul, there’s usually food involved.

It’s not that I want more shoes, it’s just that they keep making them in my size.

I have absolutely no desire to stay in the loop.

Do you mind if I become the object of your desire? No worries if not.

She doesn’t want flowers, she wants to invoke an ancient curse.

What substance do I have to abuse to stop yearning?

I’m just a girl looking for another snack.

Sex is so embarrassing. Like, why did I want to do that to you?

My biggest sexual fantasy is someone throwing a million dollars on my naked body and then leaving me alone.

I just think we should kiss. And kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss. But that’s just me.

When they dress up really nice, but all you can think about is the thrill of taking it off.

Girls really only want one simple thing; and that one thing is all of your attention.

I have no desire to rekindle anything with anyone. See you never.

I want him in ways that are deeply deeply upsetting to modern feminism.

I have no desire to work now. I had five days off in a row where I dined at a feast and was entertained at a cinema. I have flown too high to return to a laptop.

I could low-key really use a wish right now.

I just want to be treated like a hot little French fry.

Yes, my sex drive is higher than my will to live, and what about it?