love is a back massage, a mindfuck, a hard cock, a pair of perfect breasts, of feeling unashamed about the cellulite on your body. love is someone giving a shit about you enough to argue. love is not passive. love is “don’t fucking touch me right now.” love is “who the FUCK were you talking to?” love is sometimes hating yourself for a second.
— i don’t fear love, or hate. i fear indifference.
