
"I don't want someone to understand me, I don't want someone to think about me, I don't want someone to miss me when I'm away.
I want you.
All of you, all the time. I want every single piece of your being to belong to me, from the freckles on your back to the anxious thoughts that frequent your mind. I want you to feel safe and warm and loved and alive and I want to be your home and I want you to fucking need me in the same way that I need you.
But even more than that, I want to be yours. I want to be the open book on the table by your bed or your favorite t-shirt hanging around in the closet or whatever you need me to be."
weareinfiniteno studying, yeah?
i love scavenging.
e loves chocolatemoussepockythings
I do not have peanutbutterfever.
awkward smiles
2/3 conversations
indecisiveness
murdering crabs.
I'm unsatisfied with the way things are, and I'm unsure how to change them.
No, wait
I feel uncomfortable, awkward in my own skin. I feel reality rippling around me but i'm not moving.
I don't feel like a good person at all.
But I hate reminding myself that
I have to make peace with the fact I'm not, but i still have to try to be
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