00starrymoon

[00starrymoon]

tell him that his cowgirl is gone

[00starrymoon]

how difficult it is to find images with identifiable texts of sadgirl and hotgirl in Spanish, oh my god sjakssjsk

[00starrymoon]

I need you, but I really need you, I need you here with me now. I long for your touch and your love; I swear that if you appeared right now, I would be able to take my heart out and give it to you. I guess I would let you eat me, bite me. I really need you in a carnal way until neither of us can take it anymore, but not just sexually; carnally, living beside me, touching me, breathing next to me, sharing air, feeling your breath and so on.

only sad girls

[00starrymoon]

fr

happy valentine's day babes 🎀

[00starrymoon]

I love you. Why don't you love me? Is my love not enough? Sometimes I feel like I'm too much, or maybe not enough. Does the intensity of my love overwhelm you? It's a complicated intensity, because my love is, without a doubt, complicated. Maybe you're complex too, while I exist only to love, and you seem not to want to be loved. Or maybe you yearn for love, but not mine. Is that my love? Love, talk to me. Why is your love like that, so cold and possessive? Don't you enjoy tenderness? You complain about complexity, but you're the paradox: easy and difficult to love at the same time. Loving you hurts me, it does me harm, but at the same time I love it. Why should I let you go? You're my love; am I not yours? Why not? Why yes? This love is difficult; loving you is a constant struggle, but you make it seem easy. It's so simple to say you'd die for me; it's complicated to really believe it. Do you really feel something or are they just words to calm me down? I don't really care; use me, discard me. I'll love you just the same because loving you is a game of contrasts: so easy and so complex at the same time. Why is it like that? They call me masochistic, but they don't understand our unique and different connection; too complex to be understood by others. Is that true? It's complex, unique, and different. Or maybe I'm just making it up. Love, I love you so much. Why are you like that? It doesn't matter; I love you and I want you for myself. You said, 'I'm yours, body and soul.' Do you really feel that or do you just say it? Either way, love, I don't care because I love you, even though sometimes I wish I didn't love you.