bomb-a-deer.

... they felt it. I mean, the thing is. is that I felt it less than they did. Is that logical?

I just want that feel of delicacy. That feel of silence and lace-y undergarments.

Silence. That's what I need right now. To be silent and held.

Please STOP SCREAMING. MY HEAD CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.

I want to listen to him complain about his hilarious, pathetic life. While I desire her rage.

To lie there endlessly with no words slipping from my mouth... just the juiciest conversation one could ever imagine. With no voices of course.

PLEASE.

Just, GIVE ME SILENCE and STOP YELLING.

Calm me down. That's all.