She has like, a quest for knowledge the dumb bitch
seen from Jordan
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She has like, a quest for knowledge the dumb bitch
can I come over and give you the heebie jeebies
a world without fanfiction would be so scary
Just got an ipad and the first thing i did was sign in to ao3
is there a way to block myself from seeing the number of followers/likes/reblogs/posts on my blog??
it’s getting too many and my skin is crawling
something something we’re all constantly living inside the swing of a pendulum between emotional intimacy—I need this person to crawl inside my mind and understand me in every way possible—
and sexual intimacy—I need this person to crawl inside my body through the space they carved into me and consume me from the inside out.
and the bottom of that pendulum isn’t neutrality. it isn’t absence. it’s something else entirely. Idk
to be known is to be loved or wtv.
(also no, i don’t mean sex literally. i mean the state of being. that specific, aching, almost painful craving to be felt and recognized.)
or is it just me?