Pain hurts.
(Obviously)
But it can also be a sensual experience. Imagine someone biting your inner thigh. Rough and full of passion. It is painful, yet relieving. You writhe where you are laying. You moan with pain, and you feel chills running down your spine.
Your heart can work in the same way. We get hurt, and that hurt turns into a wave of passion, regret, anger, and in the end: satisfaction.
The point of this? I'm not sure. It's just one of those nights where I can only hope someone understands the thoughts I try to communicate whilst lying in the dark filled with lust, passion, love, anger, and the pain that comes with the combination of them all.
Goodnight lovelies.
Learn to see beauty in pain. It's an addicting thing once you give in.
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Thoughts
RandomJust a random collection of things that I would feel strange saying out loud, and also just 3am rants and thoughts. Pretty much a journal, but please read.
