#davidspeaks

The intimacy of shotgunning I know I know but also I want to be a heap of tangled limbs and smashing our faces together and just hitting a blunt and then blowing it into each others mouth just to blow it right back into our faces while we fuck or grind on each other. You don't understand. I'm not normal.

You ever lay in bed and stare into the dark void and think "I wonder if it'd be warmer in here if they were here physically" and then almost pass out when you try to stand up.

I wish I could physically be there for them. Stupid fucking ocean, stupid fucking timezones.

One day I'll make an intro. But until then, I will get horny and post or start crying literal tears because I love them so fucking much and post. It depends on how high or shameless or even alternatively moody I am.

I like trying to subtly make them feel better. Emotions aren't my thing, it's always been another one of their things, and I'm okay with that. I like slipping them little cat pictures or absentmindedly rambling, if it makes them feel better when they're down I'd do anything. Even sharing a stupid video of me as a kid trying to give the cameraman a flower. Sometimes I want to be there physically, so I can go out for a bit and pick a dandelion and give it to them. I like them.

boy help the switch in my brain isn't turning off I don't want to think horny thoughts anymore I just want to watch a fucking movie

I fear I want them carnally and may need to make out with them on a couch and tell them about Alvin and the Chipmunks