But she's being so brave about it
Fuck sex. I am tryna be your home, your safe place, your go to person, the reason your mental health is getting better.
We still gonna have rough sex tho.
she’s a 10 but she needs you to feel homicidal at the thought of anybody else touching her
my love language is being annoying and difficult and insufferable
my tumblr is my private secret account
5 May, 1937 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf
are u mad at me do u hate me do am i annoying did i do something wrong are u tired of me are u mad at me do u hate me do u still like me am i boring are u mad at me do u hate me
I'm so tired of everything, but the thought of your arms around me feels like rest. Like home. Like I could finally breathe. I think I could fall asleep forever there.
i need someone to kiss me like they’re actually trying to devour me or i’ll die or something
I want to make a boy moan so loud that he has to bury his face into the crook of my neck to muffle the sound
She's the type of girl that would give you the whole world but her mental health makes her want to die sometimes
not to be dramatic but I love biceps. like thank you for existing. thank you for flexing. thank you for ruining my life respectfully.
can i please stop cycling through emotions like a hamster on cocaine
Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Nikos Kazantzakis