Sickly Sweet

not to be horny or anything but i’d listen to your problems and run my fingers through your hair.

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.

let's hang out on the floor together

reassurance with words is one thing. reassurance with actions is another.

none of this even matters since i will be sacrificed by druids soon

I wanna be clingy and for it to be okay

there’s something very beautiful about being able to try again tomorrow

I have been trying tomorrow for the past 3 years

and you still have tomorrow to try again

Can I come over and make absolutely zero fuckin sense?

i need someone to come over and put their whole body weight on me