Jan 23
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?
