Giveaway on my stream when I get back. Been thinking about my viewers.
She shelters herself behind thin walls and weak frames because regardless of how she hides, she wants to be found.
Warsan Shire (via infinite-paradox)
The sun has yet to fill its tendrils into the dark of my room. The buzzing of the air conditioner filters the hungering thoughts that crave you. I remember waking up every morning with your fingers curling around my hips as if I was the one who anchored you home. But there is no sea. There is no storm that could take me away from you. I wish to nestle into the nooks of your secrets and to feel your teeth map those velvet skies into my skin. I am yours.
5:00 p.m. (Please don’t ever think of me as a mistake)