angel

I should be over it by now, but somehow it still hurts.

if i care about u, pls dont fuck that up

due to personal reasons i will be crying tonight.

It secretly terrifies me that I have no solid personality or identity. If you asked me who I am I could only give you a name and age. My identity is fragmented and prone to shattering under pressure. I have no idea who I am, but I know each of my created personalities very well, it’s like being 50 people all at once and nobody at all at the same time. I’m an empty body with a mind that’s overflowing.

i want that wet slow tongue kissing where you’re pressed right up against each other grinding and biting and grabbing and moaning and saying nasty stuff to each other GOD