Just wanting to Combust.
Wanting that passion that must be forgotten to be found, wanting that bond that will be shared. held dear to each pump of that organ, that organ that has been ripped open and left to bleed too many times…
Just want my turn and will never get it now that I have asked for it.
Why is it that when ur happy… Sometimes u look for things that make u sad …
I wish I could talk to those who fucked me over just to end my thoughts with them. But I donno if that would give me peace if mind or just somthing to freak out about more … Please I just want something real no games just honestly.I want something that feeds every need so I can feed there everything too
I hate bad days most of the time they just get worse and worse :(
It sucks when the person you really want to talk to could careless and answers with one word… Just tell me u don’t have time to talk then jeez
Comming thru the window
Reality ever fleeting when I can get lost in ur words of adventure and love. Wishing I could just be apart of these dreams, these whispers of hope and excitement. How can mortality think of this but it can never be true.. Obsessed with things that let me escape take to places of magic and wonder.
Wish I had a really sexy man to come over and rub my tummy :(
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