" I am trying to remember you,
and,
let you go,
at
the same time. "
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I recently got Sims.
I made all my friends have sex with each other and now I’m scared I’m weird.

Dear self

You’re not hungry
You’re bored

abducoabscido:

There’s a growing knot in my stomach
And it’s plaiting itself into my organs
A cancerous cinching curious thing
A tumescent, overwhelming emotion
I am enveloping inside out
The heat in my cheeks prickles
My toes curl under and breath shortens
I am utterly under your spell
You laid eyes on me
I am undone

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" I was calm on the outside but thinking all the time. "

This sense of impending doom is really getting hard to ignore


Why does my stomach feel like it’s been stapled and knotted? Arghhhh