I am incredibly touch starved. I have always known that my love language is physical contact, without ever having to take a Buzzfeed quiz to find out. I've known since I was five years old and I would crawl into my parents bed every morning, asking them to cuddle with me. Since I was 10 and realized that my favorite thing was to have my grandfather stroke my back with a piece of straw. Since I was 13 and only needed my mother to brush my hair to calm me down when I was angry. I love hugs, great big bear hugs that knock the air out of you for a second. I always want a hug, no matter what mood I'm in. My parents have worried for me since I was a child, that one day, I was going to hug the wrong stranger and get kidnapped. I like to think I give wonderful hugs, the kind that let you know I am just overjoyed to see you. Real hugs, not a small squeeze with one arm. I want to hold hands or link arms or knock my hip against yours. I want to cuddle, with anyone, just the two of us cu
Shouting Into the Void
this is where i put the things that seem like they should be shared