intimacy

intimacy/ˈin(t)əməsē/    • piece of me   ★ become the very thought of intimacy in human form. your face is what people think of whenever they think of infatuation. your face carries such a romantic, intimate aspect that people want to forever relish in your looks alone. awaken a part of you like a sleeper agent, activating something buried deep within you that naturally allures people toward you like bees to honey. your beauty is sickly sweet and nauseatingly natural. people almost feel queasy looking at you. they feel sick knowing that you simply walk around looking that beautiful like it is nothing. like you are unaware of the effect you have. like you were never supposed to be so beautiful so effortlessly. ★ your features are so rarely placed ( doesn’t change your face ). your expressions are effortlessly breathtaking by complete accident. your gaze is bewitching. it is genuinely hard to stomach just how ravishingly beautiful you are. people genuinely cannot believe their eyes when looking at you. it is as if reality itself is playing a joke on them, laughing directly in their faces. as if you’re a diamond being flashed right in front of them with their hands tied behind their backs. they can see you. they can want you. but they will never truly get you. and once you are gone, they may never see anything like you ever again. you leave people with that horrible, lingering feeling of having witnessed something they can never experience for the first time again. ★ naturally release a chemistry invisible to the human eye, something that floods the lungs of everyone near you. this chemistry naturally creates an overwhelming urge to show you some form of intimacy. because, in other people's eyes, you are what intimacy is. you are the physical embodiment of that feeling. they deeply wish to replicate the sensation you give them, so they try in every possible fashion. they shower you with gifts, compliments, money, affection, physical touch, dates, attention, and every other imaginable form of intimacy. you’re practically overwhelmed with intense intimacy every single day. acts of intimacy swarm you every waking second because it has become people's instinctive priority to make you feel what you make them feel. they want to give you the same warmth, pleasure, obsession, tenderness, and overwhelming feeling that you unknowingly give them … but how could they ever amount ? ★ just looking at you works like an endorphin. your presence alone relieves people of pain. people find their headaches fading away. their tummy aches relieving. every discomfort suddenly feels less important when you are around. pain itself seems to cease because the b.dy cannot comprehend both the sensation of suffering and the sensation you give it at the same time. with one gaze, one breath, one blink, people's b.dies become too busy digesting the beauty of you to entertain anything else. ★ you’re everyone's personal brand of the most addictive dr;g. just thinking of you, saying your name, being around you, or simply knowing that you exist and are somewhere alive and breathing provides people with an overwhelming rush of pleasure. activate something deep within their minds. just the thought of you becomes rewarding. knowing you becomes rewarding. seeing you becomes rewarding. you give people such an intense h;gh from your existence alone that the idea of you becomes something they instinctively crave over and over again. ★ people will accept the bare minimum from you because your beauty and the h;gh you make them feel will forever be enough. you can get away with things an average person could never, ever get away with. you are like a main character with plot armor … somehow, everything bends around you. never truly be perceived as the bad one. never truly be perceived as a liar. people will go along with literally anything you say because, to them, you are intimacy … and intimacy cannot lie to you. it can only make you feel immensely, nauseatingly good. ★ be the face people associate with longing. be the personification of infatuation. be the unbearable sweetness of wanting someone too much. be the feeling of wanting to get closer. be the thought that keeps returning. be the name that feels good to say. be the face people replay in their minds. be the warmth people try to recreate. be the sensation people spend their entire lives searching for without realizing it.    • higanbana’s litter my headstone