It’s you. It’s been you for the past 486 days. Since the moment I met you. It’s you at 2 in the morning or 4 in the afternoon. It’s you when I’m sleeping and studying and eating and laughing. You are everywhere and you are everything.
I didn’t need you to fix me. I needed you to love me while I fix myself.
if you don’t terrify people a little bit then what’s the point.
Turning you on turns me on.
Reblog if you want a Black Widow movie.
If I ever stop reblogging this, assume I’m watching the movie at that time.
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.