There is almost a weird sense of pride that comes with giving or having a hickey in places where nobody can see; it’s the sort of thing that says “you’re mine and as much as I want to show the world, let’s keep our love to ourselves.
(you never sleep regularly anymore.)
I am loaf
"What Are You Afraid Of?" for the Month of Fear by Cameron K. Lewis
it makes me so happy that strangers find me followable
you chug a fifth of alcohol by yourself & everyone around you is too busy cheering to wonder how empty you had to be in order to do it