right now I want to get cuddled and my neck kissed, then after 10 minutes you can have your way with me
i have a soft tummy and acne scars and my voice is not always low and sweet and my clothes are not always well-coordinated or even clean and my lipstick smears and my eyeliner runs and i still get overwhelmed and disappointed sometimes. but some nights i feel lovely and happy and as if, maybe, i’m getting the hang of this whole existence thing, and i’ve begun to realize i have time to get the hang of all this, and i don’t need to be perfect. i just need to be.
I don’t like to talk about what hurts.
Thanks! I’m pretty fond of it, too.
Thank you!! This is really sweet