Imnotevenlisteniing

i feel like throwing up when someone compliments me because how could you so blatantly lie to my face like that

ugh!!!

i am a physical touch girlie til i d i e !!!

let me hold your hand. let me grab your arm when we’re walking together. let me hold your head in my lap. let me run my nails across your back. let me kiss your forehead or whatever body part is closest to me. let me rest my head on your shoulder. let me absentmindedly trace shapes on your arm. let me play in your hair.

i need it

How to stop

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

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Katherine Cox, featured in The Selected Letters of Virginia Woolf

my body is the worst most uncomfortable place ive ever lived in

she’s a 10 but she needs you to feel homicidal at the thought of anybody else touching her