Feed me

Feed me again, i promise it will feel good and i'll never meet you. Feed me right now.  I dont have a lot of time left. I I I I I i I I I I I. Why were those cracks there to begin with? And all this time i spent to lead up to thinking about those cracks that probably didnt mean anything? Why isnt it all so bad? why isnt it all bad at all? Its all so stable! Its the worst tragedy! the best good and the safest. I cant believe i'm gonna wake up after this. I think of all the girls that can fit on this bed with me but i always wake up alone. I get really creative but i stil wake up with a lot of room. I'm ok with that  i guess but i cant feed myself so feed me. I know it will feel good for the both of us

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