Play With My Hair.

Tucked away with you.

Hanne Garthe - Deux en Un, 1977

I hate feeling like I’m a bother.

i’m such a “i want your attention” but “won’t bother you” kinda person

Worship with me.

when you've found your person, it's not just lust you feel. it's something deeper, something beyond the simple craving for physical intimacy that you once knew. it's an endless yearning, a desire to merge your very essence with theirs. you want to feel every inch of their being, to have their skin, flesh, and bones intertwined with yours. you want to lose yourself in the abyss of your lover's eyes. physical touch becomes almost inadequate, yet it's the closest you come to the divine pleasure of becoming one. it's not lust. it's worship.

Embarrassing thoughts my mental illness creates.