I’m going through a serious need to feel appreciated

affectionateanarchy:

so I’ve been hugging everyone I know when we hang out for almost an inappropriate amount of time. I think it’s drawing to a close, though because with each hug there is a tiny glow of magic in there that stokes the embers which have been smoldered.

I am completely aware of how dramatic that sounds but I can literally feel it.

Oh yeah also I guess it makes sense, as I am a fire sign. And I think she was dirt.