╱ If anyone is ever interested in writing together, please don’t hesitate to let me know. My DMs are forever open for that kind of thing. (They’re open in general, but I’m truly always down to write & be creative as well.)
Direct people truly are so unbelievably hot. Communicating without me having to beg or coax it out of you? Putting your foot down? Expressing what you need in black and white? Telling me outright if I fuck up instead of silently pulling away? It’s all delectable.
I keep thinking I see typos in everything I’m saying, but I think it’s this state of beyond tiredness that’s forcing my eyes in different ways at the same time. I’m struggling.
Your heart is not a state secret. You are meant to declare allegiances. You are meant to have favourites. Write the letter. Miss the train. Stay up until dawn talking. You should be caught red-handed loving something, someone.
Bring me more people to ramble with, please. I’m pawing at the ground like a needy freak begging, whimpering to be hit with depth and big brain energy.
I don’t know how my body even holds all that I have to give to the right person, but I adore it. I’m overflowing with so much of everything to shower my person in. Overwhelmingly so. I could never be with someone who doesn’t accept intensity. Need it all reciprocated, too. Mmm.