Just need to take a moment to appreciate my girlfriend. Seriously. I wouldn’t be here right now without her. I wouldn’t have a finished paper for my fiction class. I wouldn’t be as “okay” with asking for help. It’s okay to ask for help when you are struggling. We are partners in all of this. I offer what I can when she is in need and she will always return that. Just ask. You are in this crazy universe together. For a reason.

I want her in my bed next to me, on top of me, beneath me.

I want her arms wrapped around me, touching me, making contact with me.

I want her lips pressed against my lips, my neck, my wrists.

I want her warmth around me, surrounding me, filling me.

I want her love, passion, lust.

I want her.

(via hollow--eyed)

I think about dying but I don’t want to die, not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic, theres so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m wasting every second, even now i’m writing this when I should be out there, I should be living. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell i’m doing or how to get out.

(via wanduring)


(via cryflo)

(via shvtd0wn)