“This isn’t lust. Lust wants, does the obvious, and pads back into the forest. Love is greedier. Love wants round-the-clock care; protection; rings, vows, joint accounts; scented candles on birthdays; life insurance. Babies. Love’s a dictator.”
I need to go see a doctor but it’s 230 in the morning and im tired. I need to tell my mom at least :/
Which I won’t because I don’t want to disturb her
Let there be mud on your clothes, nails in your boots, ink on your skin, pain deep inside you. Let it grow and don’t be afraid.
Start with your own story.”