Sunoo ♡ Sacrifice (Eat Me Up) music bank 230616
To lovely humans who were excluded from invitations, left behind when they tied their shoes, forced to walk in the grass when the sidewalk was full, spoken over when you tried to contribute, whispered about or laughed at, given side-eye when you tried to fit in…. you are so worthy of love.
Speaking of character development...
"Kiss me and I'll cut your fucking tongue out."
"I miss you." - "You say that again, I'll rip your tongue out of your head."
"Take your hand off the glass."
"You wanna chit-chat more or you wanna get on me?"
"You ready to go again or you need some time, firecrotch?"
"Liking what I like don't make me a bitch."
"You're nothing but a warm mouth to me."
"I missed ya."
"How do you know if a guy you've been hanging out with likes you?"
"He isn't afraid to kiss me."
"Fuck you is what you were invited to."
"Would you at least look at me?"
"You love me and you're gay."
"I know what he felt with me. He can't fake that."
"It's a fucking piece of paper!" - "Not to me."
"Not everybody just gets to blurt out how they fucking feel every minute."
"DON'T."
"The other one. The readhead."
"I like fucking carrot tops."
"He in trouble?"
"I gotta take care of something important."
"25 bucks gets you a dance." - "25 bucks for your ass, huh? Never had to pay for that shit before."
"Jesus Christ, Ian."
"Don't make me say it, asswhipe."
"Yeah, sure. Got nothing better to do than watch a bunch of pruny queens slap their sacks against your asscheeks."
"Those fingers go anywhere near that cock, Imma break every knuckle on your hand."
"TOGETHER."
"Ian, what you and I have, makes me free."
"I just want everybody here to know, I'm fucking gay."
"You're going down, Army."
"Fucking cheat on me, Ian? Won't get out of bed and you're fucking bouncing off the walls. I came out for you, you piece of shit."
"Red-head. Bat-shit crazy. Packing 9 inches."
"Are you out of you're fucking mind? [...] You are out of you're fucking... don't touch me. [...] You need to pack you're shit."
"You're sick. You need help. I got to take you to a hospital, Ian." - "Fuck you." - "Hey, hey. You are going to the psych ward or a fucking E.R. It's up to you. [...]" - "Okay... okay. I didn't know how important this was to you."
"I'm worried about you. I LOVE YOU..."
"His partner. Lover. Family. You know?"
"Can I go in with him?"
things i love: being a little bit sunburnt, sitting outside until it’s impossible to read, small talk with strangers, saying ‘oh my i really have to check for ticks after this walk’, looking at collection books of museums i’ve never been to, wearing skirts and dresses, being a little bit tipsy, having breakfast outside, talking during movies, being on the train, buying flowers
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everyone who interacts with this blog is a gay clown!
kafka was like no one understands me and today we’re like kafka is the only one that understands me
ppl on here are like Be Gay Do Crimes but dont shoplift bc employers sometimes choose that as thwir excuse of the day to exploit and punish their workers, and dont graffiti bc someone might have to clean it up, and dont block highways in protests bc what if it makes someone late for work and they get fired, and you shouldnt expect people to stand with striking amazon workers or uber drivers for literally one or two days because what if theres someone living in the middle of nowhere in complete poverty who is disabled and cant drive and gets all their groceries and medicine by amazon prime same day delivery and ubers every single day
girls who like girls are valid
girls who like boys are valid
girls who like both are valid
“When you are washing the dishes, washing the dishes must be the most important thing in your life. Just as when you are drinking tea, drinking tea must be the most important thing in your life. Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole world revolves—slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future. Live the actual moment. Only this actual moment is life.”
— Thich Nhat Hanh (via aspiritualwarrior)
going to therapy is so humiliating. gotta explain symptoms like I know how this sounds and I know what you’re gonna say. and the therapist is like it sounds like you’re having symptoms
it's always the fucking symptoms