I try to maintain a healthy dose of daydreaming to remain sane.
Do you ever just jiggle your butt
At first, all my thoughts turned to dust. Then the voice in my head went quiet, receding in volume inch by inch; so faint I couldn’t even hear it at night. I want you to look at me straight in the eyes when I say this. I have to leave because you make me feel invincible. The moment I met you I stopped wearing seatbelts. I left wounds exposed. I suspended off balconies. I cut off any friend with a single trace of defect, because, why did it matter? At the end of the day there you stood, touching me like a statue in the middle of the room. Gawking at me like a goldmine, frantically taking me in as if you were running out of time. And you were. I can’t stay because you make my heart malleable; vulnerable to change at the blink of an eye; melting in your hands; running through your fingers. I’m sorry. I’m going to go now. And it’s not because I’m unhappy, or because I don’t love you, but rather because of what I’m turning into. You make me soft and blurry and muddled at the edges, and I simply can’t afford it. I can’t afford to be water around you. Not as a rain cloud. Not with a body all made up of tears.
every 1st september we joke about getting ready for hogwarts to cover up the very real and very very deep scars of never getting our letters
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
I text back embarrassingly fast
or three hours later
there is no in between
if you dont eat the pizza crust you are weak and natural selection is coming for you
Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.