are u mad at me do u hate me do am i annoying did i do something wrong are u tired of me are u mad at me do u hate me do u still like me am i boring are u mad at me do u hate me
can i please stop cycling through emotions like a hamster on cocaine
i need someone to kiss me like they’re actually trying to devour me or i’ll die or something
If he doesn’t worship the ground I walk on, he’s not for me.
she’s a 10 but she needs you to feel homicidal at the thought of anybody else touching her
I hate how physical touch as a love language gets mistaken as just sex. It's so much more than that and so much less at the same time. Like just snuggling or sitting next to them and laying on them, and having them trace circles on your arm just because it feels nice, or to have their fingers run through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp, or tracing their fingers along your neck because it gives you those wonderful goosebumps with how good it feels. It's putting your feet on their legs and holding their hand and taking really long, warm hugs and sitting on their lap and them giving you little massages because holy crap it feels so wonderful and I live for those goosebumps. Oh my goodness non-sexual physical touch as a love language.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf