Greed or Selfishness or Hunger --
Call it what you wish,
but I know the wishes of my own being --
My mind stuck fast, greedy with the want of your skin pressed against mine --
My selfish hands left wanting -- to be the only ones that hold you, and squeeze you, or pull you close --
And my lips hungering to kiss, every last inch, of your skin -- My tongue just as eager to taste all of you it possibly can --
Even if it all were to go on forever, unsated, you make me feel a desire, I have no wish or want to keep hidden --
V. Rue, 2025.
my favorite kind of character is the kind who deep in their soul is constantly screaming LOVE ME LOVE ME LOVE ME and outwardly expressing literally anything else
Hu delusional mai toh chal aage bol?
Run to me when the world gets mean to you I will always be here
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
may you experience a deep and healing love within yourself..