This Loneliness Is Getting Really Hard To Romanticize

Half of me trying to stay on track, other half doesn’t care about anything on this earth

there is always comfort in self destruction

In the mood to hear someone tell me “shh, shh, you can take it, you can take it, yes you can, I know you can take it, shh, just relax, I know, I know, baby, I know it’s a lot but you can take it… you will take it..”

is someone gonna talk me through an orgasm or ?

Lo sé

imagine how cute I’d sound begging you not to cum inside me and how good it would feel to do it anyway

Autopsy: Anatomy of the heart - And she had a heart! (detail)- Enrique Simonet, 1890.

I can't feel shit, I can't feel anything