My Heart Pulses For You, You’re My Blood Flow. My Veins Claw At Your Glance, They Wait For Your Command,

Martin Buxbaum

yours and mine

Words bring thoughts that seem to connect, lack of security means second guessing thoughts. Why are these words shared, is it possible that thoughts are facts?

Uncertainly, being in a state of being uncertain.

Uncertain, not able to be relied on; not know or definite.

They feed on pain, but don’t exist most times.

I know you won’t understand this, and that is the point.

Work-drunk

may his dick never get hard again for anybody but me, amen

I’m so scared. You make me so scared. The biggest form of fear to exist, the one involving feelings and expectations.

But we will be ok. We are grown ups. We have survived life this far, we can do this.

i don’t have a mac