nothing turns me on more than words.
not images, not films, not music -
no other stimulus makes me burn and melt and yearn quite like words on a page. words from my own imagination. words out of a lover’s mouth hummed hotly into my ear.
i want nothing more than to make up for the past four years; i’ve abandoned my love for words in favor of nights spent with my head in the toilet, days where i can’t seem to stop toking, free time spent recovering from momentary lapses in judgment.
words saved, molded, and re-saved my life. it can do so again.
rewatching day of the doctor tonight because it’s thanksgiving and i’m fat and i motherfucking CAN.
1. start off with slow kisses
2. when he’s least expecting it jam your tongue down his throat so no one can hear his screams
3. swallow him whole
4. slither away you fiesty anaconda
did spotify just remove adventure club’s remix of yuna’s lullabies?
cause the panic is seeping in. can they not.