Physical, physical, physically.

Come hang with me on the gram. My feed is bipolar.

Come hang with me on the gram. My feed is bipolar.

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Couldn’t follow through. I was the one that instigated such a thing, and there it was, right in front of me, all mine, for the night, and I didn’t even want to do it. I had no desire. I didn’t feel the fireworks. My body did not tingle. I didn’t have butterflies inside of me. I just wanted to sleep. The kisses weren’t like the previous ones I had received and given. The ones from January. And I tried to slow it down, I tried to prolong each meeting of our lips, but it was no match. I don’t know where to go from here. But in the mean time I will keep myself busy. Really busy. 

When more than one person is ‘interested’ in you, it’s just confusing and hard to be honest. I’m not good at this. I just want to go home. Take me home.

(Source: csidesuicide, via exames)

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