Getting gender envy from Jesse Pinkman AGAIN.
Like- no I don’t want to date you (despite my dreams showing us dating). My innate compassion and possessiveness towards you, to see you crumble, submit, leashed/collared and curled up against me does not come from a place of romantic interest nor is it sexual. But instead how you are so horrifically me, whereas I see you the way I see myself in the bathroom’s mirror; in a way that I want to tear you apart but cradle you in my arms at the same time. I don’t want to kiss you on the mouth I want to BE you














