do you ever feel yourself being annoying or antisocial but you just cant stop

(Source: cornerofyourmum)

i imagine myself hunched over a canvas in a perpetual drunken stupor until my final croak alone in my rusted claw-foot bathtub

I want someone who finds me beautiful in all the wrong places. I want him to paint with me, to inspire me, god knows i need inspiring. I want him to understand that sometimes i like just sitting, watching tv barely touching him with my eblow or leg because that little touch is enough for me. I want him to understand that i dont want to hug and kiss and cuddle all the time, and when i do i want him to find a new part of me every time. I want to be comfortable with him, and i want passion. I want passion so heated it sometimes hurts. And i want passion so simple and natural its just the breeze you feel when opening a door. I want him to find me funny and vise versa. I want him to know that when i’m angry i won’t talk to him and i want him to love that about me. I don’t want him to always try and understand me, and appreciate my silent moments and swallow up all my laughter and noise. I want him to see that i won’t always make sense, and sometimes that will attack him and i want him to be okay with it. I don’t want to know every detail about him, i want to find a new inch of skin every day i’m with him, and new lengths of his mind. And i want to be happy, and i want him to be happy.

i’m moving to new york so i can stop wearing shirts

all i want to do is walk around topless

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it’s a good thing i can’t afford alcohol