Ugh, why is it so hard to focus on anything when all I can think about is how much I want to be filled up? Not just physically—though, fuck, that’s a big part of it—but like, completely consumed. I want to be someone’s obsession, their dirty little secret they can’t resist. The kind of craving that makes them lose control. Maybe it’s the goth in me, but there’s something so hot about being the reason someone else sins. Who else gets off on the idea of being worshiped in the darkest way possible? (Mood: darkly aroused)