my talent is buying fruit and then never eating it.
Probably both. We all need a fuck and a hug.
The second best feeling in the world is falling asleep without thinking of your ex.
The best feeling in the world is waking up next to someone you...
I really love that as soon as my partner leaves for work Bear jumps up to fill the empty place in our bed.
I sometimes think I can’t exist,
I’m far too improbable to live in this reality,
I think I’m held in purgatory,
The solitary, subtle hell,
Not direct pain and torture,
But the psychological torment,
Of solitary confinement,
Every day the walls close in more,
Every day the air turns thicker,
And I’m screaming in terror and protest,
But it falls on deaf ears,
What have I done to earn my sentence,
In this most silent of hells?
Why do I deserve this?