I’m panicking. This anxiety isn’t good. And over what? Growing up?
@1 week ago
it’s pathetic how much time i spend entertaining the thought of us together. i know i shouldn’t, but i can’t fucking help it…
i think about your strong hands all over my skin, touching me everywhere until i ache where i need you most. i could the feel your burn of your blue eyes from across the crowded room that night, melting away the layers between us with raw desire …and what i wouldn’t give to have felt your lips on my neck, your hands on my hips, and your warm…soft…moan in my ear, telling me how badly you wanted me all night.
just slam me against the wall, grab my legs, and bite. turn me around with quiet power, pull my hair so that i moan, and just breathe on the nape of my neck …
from the split second i felt your hand, i was addicted to the raw aggression in your touch.
@4 weeks ago
All of my internet friends have had a horrible day today and I didn’t know how to help
so I drew a worried owl for you all
his name is Boggle
