A nervous wreck that's faking fine

i want a “wanna go watch the sunset?” kind of love. a “just one more minute, one more touch, one more kiss” kind of love. a “mario kart after dinner, loser does the dishes” kind of love. an “i can’t sleep, wanna go for a drive?” kind of love. a goofy and cliche and almost too good to be true kind of love. that’s what i want.

my desire to recover and love myself vs my urge to retraumatize myself and slide further down the slippery slope of unhealthy coping mechanisms FIGHT

xxx

can my thoughts leave me alone for five minutes

I’m so fucking touch starved it’s not even funny. I just crave physical intimacy. Play with my hair. Let me run my hands down your back. Someone just fucking touch me dammit.