I want in fact more of you. In my mind I am dressing you with light; I am wrapping you up in blankets of complete acceptance and then I give myself to you. I long for you; I who usually long without longing, as though I am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy, really, utterly long for every bit of you.
Anonymous asked: stop sucking your thumb and grow a pair.
are you rly offended that i suck my own thumb, i would understand if i was sucking on yours but