if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
i’ve procrastinated all my life and got by but now it’s getting to the stage i’m probably genuinely fucking up my future
I just want to have sex with you.
Rip my clothes off,
rip my heart off,
rip my sadness off.
Just rip me off.
Your chest makes me crumble,
and I want to sleep on hard floors with you,
and walk all the way to California with you,
and dine on the love coupons we cut and gave out to each other as gifts.
I want to have sex with your personality,
how your mind swishes and whirls,
I have never wanted to replace the word ‘fuck’ for ‘make love’ more than I do right now.
IF YOU CANT HANDLE ME AT MY WORST i dont blame u neither can i