My Fucking Weird Shit
So I have a confession to make... It's not that big of a confession... You probably guessed this ages ago. I'm a creeper. Like legit... I'm not even kidding. When I know a person long enough, I know their whole name and their birthday and I've already Facebook stalked you...Detective much. This is probably why I never had a person to text with for long. I'm always out to find out new information and that annoys them I think... But I don't really know how else I'm going to text about... I'm not the type to talk like 'hab u eaten? Cn I join u?' I'm a 'spell everything out and punctuate correctly' kind of texter. I also have a sleeping person fetish. I legit have it and it turns me on that all a person's defenses are gone and they look so young and vulnerable. I just love it and you can actually see how long their eyelashes are and see the imperfections and little things that you never notice when the person's awake because you get intimidated by their stance. The steady deep breathing so soothing and rhythmic you can't help but feel calm when you're around it. I want to be able to see the small splash of freckles or that little white scar. It's the best feeling for me, I love it. Sometimes, you can even sneak a sniff of him( I only did that once! I promise! It felt too awkward and people might get the wrong impression if they see me). I love that the person who sleeps on me is comfortable and is able to get rest he may be deprived from in other place or people. That's all it's a huge revelation but my reasons aren't gross or anything so I accept my weirdness. At least sometimes, I find myself fascinating... :)
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