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He hugged me and I fucking melted in his arms. What is wrong with me.
As excited as I am to get tattooed next week, I am not excited for the itch.
quick what is everyone doing right now
I would forget to text you back in every reincarnation
I am really fucking touch starved. Even just for hugs, gentle touch, holding hands, sitting close together. Is this an unintended consequence of growing up?
What if I’m unlovable at my core? What if there is something about me that makes people not want to stay?
I just need some fucking romance in my life.
I love you.
He’s not missing out a lot, but he is indeed an asshole.
Yes yes yes come cuddle!
Nooooo we only hate men!
I’m sorry that happened to you too!
Girl i feel ya. I hate men now.
I hate myself even more tbh.
Bro played with my heart hard and I’m still jealous of his new girl. Tf is wrong with me.
girl who needs to ask for reassurance would rather be stabbed than admit they have needs
Daydreaming about kissing you and kissing you and kissing you and kissing you and ...