My feelings for you scare me, that I try to not even think of you. But when I do, my hands slightly shake from that night. It all felt so right with you. From the first hug, to the last kiss. It was exciting, it was new. Our bodies intertwined, and lust pouring over us onto each other. I didn’t want it to stop. It felt like a dream. The next morning my belly ached from the memories of last night, your hands everywhere, your mouth left traces on my neck, I could still see the delicate marks. It was real. The feelings are real.

Dreams or reality: Carol Shlyakhova(strong-but-breakable)

I can’t fucking share someone, god dammit I’m one selfish person. I want one person all to my self, their laughs and tears, I want to be the first person they tell when something happens, good and bad, I want to piss them off at 2pm, make up for it at 6pm, and to save them at 2am. I need some one all to my self or not at all.

I saw that you still follow her when you said it was nothing(via avvfvl)