may they rest

I am lacking in something, as a child I’ve always felt it deep in me. The wrongness I feel when I am around anyone that is not lacking. It’s inhuman, I am lacking the feeling of feeling things. I’ve now grown and with that has come the deepening weight of repressed emotion, manifesting into derealizing moments, that seems to put off anything that is human. When all I’ve ever craved was the warmth of some human.

what the hell are the sub-categories of tumblr-evil, poet, insane and gay?

At this point, I’ve reached such a state of yearning and deprived of physical touch that I wouldn’t deny a stranger if they had decided to kiss my lips