I wonder if your chest ever aches at the sound of my name the same way mine does whenever I hear yours.
We’re not the same person we were a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago. We’re constantly changing. Experiences don’t stop. That’s life.
Sex is more than an act of pleasure, it’s the ability to be able to feel so close to a person, so connected, so comfortable that it’s almost breathtaking to the point you feel you can’t take it. And at this moment you’re a part of them.
I always had a repulsive need to be something more than human
It bothers me that no one has the patience to deal with someone who is just sad.
call me super glue cause holy shit do i get attached
christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”