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I WANNA BE SOMEONES BOYFRIEND I WANT A BOYFRIEND I WANNA BE IN AN MLM RELATIONSHIP I WANNA BE GAY I WANT SOMEONE TO SAY IM THEIR BOYFRIEND I WANT TO SAY I HAVE A BOYFRIEND 💔💔💔

Born to create non-osha-compliant mad science machines and mix vibrantly colored mystery chemicals in flasks while cackling maniacally and twitching my cat ears, forced to only be able to meme about it on tumblr

every little thing reminds me of you, the warm sun that lights the day, the simple pleasure of a afternoon nap, the taste of fresh and crisp bread, the faint but pleasant scent of a rose, but you are more wonderful than all of those things. You are more to me than anything else I ever knew or will know, you are the highest in my world and in my heart. And loving you is the most beautiful thing I could ever do.

yearner girl living in a lustful world

Yearn posting but for Marlboro Gold 100’s

Oh, to be recovering from a big massive orgasm instead of childhood traumas

Reaching

Why do stars reach blindly for the dark

Giving their light in a vast multitude of sparks.

The unknown path

Full of yearning and wrath

Like adventurers of old

Do those stars find gold

The treasure of eons of space

Weaving time and light into lace

If one star’s history reflects my own

Will I then follow the path unknown.

and when your lips finally crashed against mine i cradled your face in my hands yet turned mine away. i cried into the crook of your neck as you apologized but i wasnt crying because you kissed me, i was crying because i couldnt kiss you back

god sometimes i just want someone to hug me like they’re trying their hardest to crush my ribs for like 45 minutes

varsity football you tried so hard for, it'll always be my oversized jersey you'll be fit for. you asked if i wanted to write songs together, what at the risk of pooling in our blood and then stopping to realize the handwriting could've been better? the mountain air smells like you, your fingerprints run down my back along with my bangs over the sink. will you be picking oranges or blueberries the next time I see you? maybe by then I'll finally feel the same crinkles around your eyes, yours will, however be much deeper, how could I ever catch up? maybe we'll have one last walk together, you can tell me of the serenity you find in studio Ghibli movies I'll never watch and you can brush my hair while I wait for another season to cut them off. I think maybe the Siamese twins survived in another lifetime but you, please don't be a stranger in this one, even when your footsteps haven't touched our roads in years.

Maybe all that we want is already taken— no matter how much we cry, yearn, lament, we never seem to get what we seek.

Knockout dearest. Sassy man apocalypse.