Putting down the Roses, picking up the Sword.

touching myself over the thought of pissing you off

too obsessive for anything casual i need to be the only one and i need you to consume me

above all im just so fucking scared im so fucking scared all of the time

reassurance kink bc my brain makes me feel unlovable

but its funny how we hate ourselves but then we see other people hating themselves and we’re like nO NO DONT DO THAT NO

the miserable bitch industry would crumble without me

Intimacy is not who you let touch you. Intimacy is who you text at 3am about your dreams and fears. Intimacy is giving someone your attention when ten other people are asking for it. Intimacy is the person always in the back on your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

i want to open my chest and clean out the filth in my ribcage with a toothbrush