Not Actually Alive, Just A Corpse Walking In A Suit Of Flesh

i need to pull a boy close by his belt loops and kiss him so hard he sees stars

Maybe I just want to be something that could justify my existence.

I want to be special, so I could deserve love.

Maybe I can finally deserve love if my existence doesn't feel so meaningless.

If I wasn't such a burden, then maybe I can be loved.

I want to be easy to love.

My flaws are making it harder so.

I am difficult.

It feels wrong to desire something as great as love.

i am excessive when i love someone and i am cruel when i hate someone. i want to be gentle. i don't want to be this way.

I’m so fucking horny right now, god please I need hot and weird transgender sex rn or I might actually die

I always try comforting myself with the “fact” that someday there’s going to be someone who will love me with all my flaws and cherish me and take care of me as I deserve.Atleast that’s the lie I tell myself everyday to get thru everything but in reality I know I could never be in a relationship because I’m unloveable,I’m too hard to handle and not enough at the same time, I could never trust someone ever again I dont want to cuz they’re going to put a knife in my back AGAIN,AGAIN and AGAIN.

I think it’s really unfair that I (a person who needs to feel loved all the time) am so incredibly hard to love.

computer show me men with wet spots in their underwear. men making a mess in their boxers. men gasping and panting. men pressing their thighs together. men with trembling hands and sweat beading on their neck. men with warm, sweet skin between their thighs. men twitching. computer. computer can you hear me.

digital painting I did of my boyfriend and I a while back. he is my world

sometimes life feels just terrible and that's how I am tried to get over it today

I used to do personality tests a lot, looking for something to tell me who I really am, an answer that's satisfying.

People would describe me and it never felt real, but who was I to dispute it?

I never felt like I knew who I was and every description of me, from golden admiration to scathing hatred, never felt like it was me.