Feels like my ankles are anchored with weighted chains out in the ocean. Gradually drowning… Fighting currents gasping for air. Stay calm. Them chains are imaginary. Them currents are only pivots of direction. Gasping for air is all that really matters.
you know what turns me on? effort. reassurance. show me you care. show me you really want me. I’m tired of wondering whether people are here to stay or just passing through.