selfish

you're the girl, you’re the fish, the one who clings, and the one who’s cold and silent — a strange mix, wanting warmth but wrapped in your own chill. it’s not just hugging, it’s grasping, soft and slippery, all turned inward, a quiet kind of selfishness — not mean, just holding on to something that can’t hold back. something you’re drawn to because it feels safe to crave what can’t ask for more. lykai  × mj × ps, 2025. 3840 × 4800 px