After going out, I made myself another drink to keep me company. I’m buzzed and writing a paper about the efficiency of a natural pesticide I learned about while farming last week. I could really use some cuddles to finish.
I always end up in tears and feeling like a fucking idiot
"Why? Fuck him, just go fuck someone else."
Note to self: think it, don’t say it. you’re just going to screw everything up.
He lets me smother him with every aching desire and I couldn’t be happier to do so