“I wonder what it’s like in your head, not just in your bed, where orgasms preside and emotional baggage is checked at the door. The bed you enter in the dark like a tornado, and escape from in the light like an illuminating lightning storm. The kind of storm one wants to get close to because of its rare beauty and brilliance, but must run away from for safety. My outer walls rise up to protect my fragile emotions that yearn to nest whilst yours long to fly.”
~ Amy Blanaru
this article vibes to the same beat as Violin Bitch. Have a read!
As much as I agree though, it takes two on having the exact same wants. Chances?