so touch starved i fantasize about simply being held and caressed like i am precious . yet the idea of someone touching me is terrifying bc i feel so grotesque. so im going to stand in the middle of train tracks tomorrow
"omg you remembered?" did you know that if you cut me up and looked into my heart you would find a small red door that opens into a room plastered with everything youve ever said to me and its all covered in glitter and fairy lights and paper stars. so yeah, i did remember.