I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad. The dreams in which I’m dying were the best I’d ever had. I’ve struggled with the pursuit of sanity, you see. I’ve gone a tad bit mad. If you don’t dare venture down the rabbit hole with me, dear friend, that’s just too bad.
Is it selfish to say I want you the whole fucking time? I want you in my head. I want you in my bed. I want your hands all over my thighs. Give me your tightest grip. I want to exhale all of my loneliness and sadness to you. I want to breathe you in. I want you. I want you and I want you to want me too.
By how do i say this without sounding desperate? (via dahlia—noir)