You have to pick between being stars that everyone gazes at during the night or the sun that everyone is blinded by because of how it radiates the sky.
When you want someone, really badly, when you desire every inch of their skin, every line of their shape, when you feel on your tongue the taste of their skin by just looking at it, when you shiver with the sound of their voice, when you would tear their clothes off and just hold their look without touching, when your insides burn in rage with jealousy, of everyone, of everything, and everytime they touch someone else, they speak to someone else, it tastes like boiling blood, when a move or a word, every shine of their minds have you on the verge of ecstasy, so hard you can’t think or breath or move or look away, when you are internally losing your voice moaning their name, and still won’t want to have sex with them because that’s not what you long for, because that would just ruin it all, because that’s not what you are looking for in them, that’s not what’s calling you, because sex won’t quench that thrist at all, then, what kind of monster am I? Then, where is my label?
Apr 12 18:08with 2,993 notes
