I'm angry and depressed right and I want to masturbate sooo fucking bad just to cool myself down.
Are we enlighting an old and enigmatic shadow zone of our past or are we loosing ourselves in a source of hassle? I'm pretty sure we could be happy together, but right now, as we are wandering in this labyrinth of confessions and unspoken, it is normal to feel some apprehension. Maybe it's a necessary step, the end will be better if we go on, untill we find a common ground and we recover each other
I want a boyfriend if you want to be my boyfriend give me your ig 💜
Sometimes I miss his livid and diaphanous skin. I miss his laughting eyes. His elongated silhouette. His thin and reassuring arms. Even his non-existent ass. I hope I'll see all this stuff again one day...
Why do I end up worshipping people and losing their interest because of it?
When I use the bathroom I run the sink water to calm me down but also because I don't like to hear the sound of me using the bathroom. Sometimes if I'm having trouble going I put my fingers in the running water. I can't remember the last time I heard myself use the bathroom.