You Text Her Goodnight. I Trace Poems On Her Skin Until She Sleeps.

I WANT TO BE NATURALLY SKINNY I AM SICK OF THIS SHIT I WANT TO BE COMFORTABLE IN MY OWN BODY LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE THIS SHIT SUCKS I AM THINKING ABOUT BEING SKINNIER EVERY SINGLE FUCKING DAY FOR THE PAST TEN YEARS AND I AM NOT EVEN KIDDING IT IS EXHAUSTING!!!!

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

I’m not sure if I need to give some head or get some head but one of them would fix me

Marcel Proust, from a letter featured in The Selected Letters of Marcel Proust

ugh (with want)

I want him so badly it's making me sick.

♡@pragnienie♡ edit

I WANT YOU TO NEED ME!!!!!