horribly nasty thoughts. (cuddling, and holding hands, and giggling, and tracing your face gently with my fingers, and you running yours through my hair, and wrapping my arms around your waist, and getting lost in your eyes and-)
normalize having favorites. in fact, normalize me being your favorite. normalize loving me more than you’ve ever loved anyone else. please please please please please please
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.
All I’ve wanted from a young age was to be necessary.
trying not to get attached
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there’s something so disgusting and feral and perverted about getting off to the smell of someone
getting handed your sweater or a blanket and it’s supposed to be for comfort when we can’t see each other but instead i’m fucking my toy and shoving my face into it because fuck. you just smell so good i couldn’t help it
it’s not my fault your smell throws me into a fucking heat, i’m just doing what dumb mutts are supposed to >_<
having a crush is so embarrassing like. oh shit sorry I accidentally thought about you being my boyfriend. I wont do it- oh shit sorry. I. Did it again. Oh fuck sorry i. i thought about kissing you on accident fuck. sorry. oh shit i just thought about us holding hands sorry bro. i am forcibly removed from the stage by several bodyguards.
"it gets better" - but i've been this way since i was a child.
It breaks my heart knowing there are so many beautiful souls out there questioning their worth because someone they loved made them feel unloveable.