— Benjamin Franklin (via happy-shaman)
This man shall not know how fond I am of him, from the teeniest tiniest spec of intricacy to the superfluous. He slaps me mute. & the more time we spend the deeper I dig myself into this pit with barely any sign of an exit. He lifts my soul so gently but with such a MASCULINE force, I’m bonkers. I want to crawl upon his soul and wrap myself whole and remain.
You’re mine.
