Let me be your:

7am morning fuck before you go to work

Midday text, letting you know that you’re on my mind

5pm cuddle after a long days work

11pm rough fuck as i pound away the frustrations of your day

2am soft whisper in your ear, as i tell you “i love you”

(via this--too--shall--pass)

Having hope for romance is so tiring. It is like sandpaper, wearing me down to the bone, until my self esteem is but a thin veneer under which I veil my bleeding, punctured heart. One day, that veil may be gone and I will be laid bare for all to see. I don’t know what I will do if that day ever comes. —(happiness-should-be-shared)

(via lostofsanity)

I’m stressed, I don’t feel good, and you’re giving me anxiety.