Oh how I long to be in love again. Deep, passionate, intimate. I crave claws in my ribs, gripping my heart so painfully wonderous.

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Oh how I long to be in love again. Deep, passionate, intimate. I crave claws in my ribs, gripping my heart so painfully wonderous.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Such a sound.
His heart, below my ear.
His chest, under my hand.
It expands with my touch, heart thumping a little faster.
It is strange how such a little thing makes my heart flutter, knowing we are so close, bodies close in the colder months.
He is warmth, the sun to my cold, cold self.
Earth cannot live without its sun, the same as I cannot live without him.
He understands, now. I know he will not leave me. Not now, not ever.
Even if he did, he knows I would find him.
We are bound by mind, body and soul.
I will know.
Wherever he may be.
And I will tear up the world to reach him.
Hand in Glove — The Smiths
You should only make me happy. No one else matters, right?
You are my first and last thought and my favorite daydream in between them.
why are they whispering to you
why are they holding you like that
why why why why why
why does it make me feel SICK
why does it make me feel RAGE
WHY DOES IT MAKE ME WANT TO
KILL
THEM
There comes a time in your life when you will notice the blood on your hands and try to wash yourself clean in holy water.
Tell me, little martyr, do angels burn as you do?
the rain falls, but can’t wash away the mud