qualityofqualia: if you ever need a lover i mean not a warm body i mean not a sweet word i mean not a stolen night i mean a lover— if you ever need another soul another helping of sensation another serving of feeling— if you ever desire if you ever want if you ever lay in bed and think until you think you cannot think until you think you should not think until your mind resolves to...
I always feel it closing in on me and then my chest feels heavy and my eyes drip and I’m unsure what else there’s left to do. So I grab my tiny face in my tiny hands and look myself in the eye and say, “Get a grip girl, you’ve got to get a grip.”
qualityofqualia: Sometimes I wish I could just take my brain out for a minute to keep from ruminating. Everyday.
I’m always looking for something—guidance, understanding, answers. For once, I just wish it didn’t always feel like the ground was sinking beneath my feet.