no, YOU live in a society, I live at the restaurant, sitting in the corner I haunt with my hair pinned up sitting cross-legged in the dim light with glass shattered on the white cloth
only want to be using my body as it’s intended to (exploring nature, eating fruit, kissing, and creating art)
Current mood:
one thing about me is ima do it and ima do it well.
i have lovey dovey bitch syndrome & its incurable
IT’S SO HARD WHEN YOU’RE IN A CUDDLY MOOD AND DON’T HAVE ANYONE TO CUDDLE WITH THIS IS AN OUTRAGE
We are not accustomed to asking for help, but we are in dire need of it. As a mother of a child under two year old who needs care and a comfortable life free of life's troubles, I appeal to people of conscience, humanity and compassion to help us, My child deserves a better life.
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honestly it's incredibly disrespectful that i'm not waking up and getting one million kisses
Loverboys only.
maybe i'm just touch-starved but platonic physical affection my beloved: a gentle hand tucking your hair back for you, curling up and burying your face into their side, getting engulfed in a tight bear hug, tangling limbs to squeeze into the same chair, dusting crumbs away and tucking shirt tags back in without a thought, quietly lacing hands and swinging them back and forth, the solid weight of a tired head on your shoulder, casually moving through each other's space, rolling their sleeves up before they get dirty, absent-mindedly doodling flowers on their arm, walking on the outside of the sidewalk just in case, falling asleep with your head in their lap