I want to talk to you but I don’t want to message you and this is the source of my problems.
i cant believe im hesitating making this post but
if someone has a comfort object, like a blanket or a stuffed animal or anythign that they have to sleep with in order to make them feel secure or positive, don’t fucking make fun of them. i don’t care where it is or why you feel that it’s funny or childish, but don’t make fun of them.
I want to hold your hand and I want to hold your hips down while you’re writhing.
I want to make your eyes light up and I want to make them roll in the back of your head.
I want to be your reason to wake up and your reason to stay in bed.
I want to kiss your wounds and I want you to leave them on my back.
I want to play with your hair while you sleep and I want to feel it between my fingers while you are on top of me.
I want to memorize the repetition of your breathing and I want to memorize the sporadics of your moaning.
I want to see the arch in your grin and I want to feel the arch in your back before you collapse.
I want to go out to dinner with you and I want to go down on you.
I want to to feel you in my heart and I want to feel you inside me.
I want to make you laugh and I want to make you scream.
I want to still be able to taste you in the morning.
I want you in every form. (trm) Desire (via paragraphsofaprosaist)
who is colder;
winter or you?
you, you left a different
type of cold
that i’ve never understood how
I feel wasted, half full
like this cup of coffee
I can’t finish
(I never liked coffee much
but you did)
now i’m addicted to the idea you’ll come running back,
apologising for the winter inside of me
but this pain is real,
and you don’t love me more than winter.