I am so thirsty for emotional and physical intimacy with someone
I want to nuzzle their neck and lay entwined on my bed and lazily kiss their lips and make them food and get to know every single curve and contour they have
I want to touch someone with my finger tips and make them feel loved
[x] “One does not simply dancey dance into Mordor”
this is the 3rd time i’ve reblogged this and I am still laughing hystarically
I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.
1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.
Flannel shirt on the subway,
I love you.
Bodyguard arms, hands
clasped below the bellybutton.
Who are you protecting?
From across the train, I love you.
And maybe I can’t remember your
face, but I remember your clothes.
I remember the girl waiting for
you at the station and how your
body uncoiled at the sight of her.
I remember the slouch of your back once she touched you.
From the other end of Brooklyn,
I love you. Could have loved you.
Not as a stranger on the train,
not as a pair of eyes looking
too long, blinking.
Heart beating too fast
not mine not mine not mine.
In another world, I am the dream on
the platform, one foot on the yellow
line, waiting for your walk.
I kiss the rigid out of you.
I take your name out from under
my tongue and hand it to you.
I really should stop finding this funny, but I don’t think that’s ever gunna happen