its cold and i miss the warmth
holding your hand, sweating profusely but holding it nonetheless
i cant hold it now, and my hands are cold
i miss you
Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness
they should invent a way to read in bed that's comfortable
me when
Cat relaxing and eating an ice cream, 1940.
tumblr isn't a social media it's actually my bed and u all are my plushies watching me talk to myself
thid made ne giggle
Kai Satou of today isn’t happening. He died. No more Kai. Ever.
“stop traumadumping to your friends tell this to your therapist” my god they paywalled human connection
me clinging to the warmth & comfort of her soul
2007
is anyone gonna be insatiably lustful for my freak
me
i like to write random messy words and repost things that are so me!
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