Drunken Indulgence

big hands on my neck

sometimes i wonder if i’m actually horny or just desperate to feel anything that isn’t the dull ache of routine

that moment when you realize you've been performing your own life instead of living it... like who tf am i even putting on this show for

The person holding the knife was so mesmerizing I forgot I was bleeding

some people need less coffee and more orgasms

my toxic trait is thinking i can fix my feelings with someone else’s body

nothing turns me on like someone who actually listens

i don’t want to be dominant or submissive i want to be ruined in a way that feels personal

i keep trying to fuck the loneliness out of me but it just rearranges the furniture

i’m not submissive i’m just exhausted from pretending i don’t need to be held like something worth keeping

The romanticism of undressing someone and seeing their curves and edges and birthmarks and scars and moles and freckles and kissing every single one of them like you’re thanking their body for existing, for choosing to be seen by you.

You’re not “too sensitive” for needing calm. You’re not “too damaged” for craving stability. Wanting to feel safe isn’t a flaw, it's a human need. You deserve calm. You deserve softness. You deserve people who don’t make you feel like you have to apologize for existing.