After that one kiss I became addicted to you, I craved the taste of your lips, I craved the touch of your skin, I craved your company, I craved you.
— RMH (via masturbationdestination)
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
— unknown (via underage-thinking)