"why did your cat bite me" you pet her incorrectly. deserved
I don’t take hints. Throw a rock at me
sometimes soft love is just listening to someone ramble for hours about their favorite book or show or song and never asking them to stop once
love it when people are just a little bit unraveled. hair wisps flying everywhere, wrinkles in yesterday's t-shirt, pockets reserved for useless things only. fingers kissed blue from the last pen that fell in love with you. laugh on the wrong side of raw. smile on the right side of bizarre. bright eyes smeared kohl dark, hungry mouth stained lollipop red. messy messy messy messy. you are blurry like the edges of my favorite old photograph. each second you're born anew. you are beautiful and terrible and the most irreplaceable part of living and i could love you forever and ever and ever
"what are you gonna do about it" gf x "does something about it" gf
I don't want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life
a "let's get hot chocolate & drive around and look at christmas lights" date >>
okay, i've had enough character development. now i want happiness and a stable relationship
i need to CHILL in a BOOK STORE and then CHILL in a CAFE and then CHILL at a MUSEUM and then CHILL at a PARK
People go on about good healthy queer rep but I cannot express how much I want unhealthily devoted queer rep. Raise your lover from the dead no matter the cost. Kill to get them to safety. Trade your soul for theirs. Die to reunite with them. I want gothic hyper-devotion codependent lovers
look. the point of life is to be gay and kiss women.
and when we get mine tv and sparks fly tv and back to december tv and speak now tv and dear john tv and mean tv and story of us tv and never grow up tv and enchanted tv and better than revenge tv and innocent tv and haunted tv and last kiss tv and long live tv and ours tv and if this was a movie tv and superman tv what then. what then
thank you elon musk for acting out, in perfect clarity and at great personal expense, my longtime fantasy of watching an evil billionaire completely destroy their financial empire and then publicly kill themselves. please dont forget the second part
can songs stop being time capsules? (I love you.) i don't need to be reminded of certain things (thank you for reminding me where I've come from), I don't want to think about those people (they've been irreplaceable in my growth), I don't want that melody to tell me I used to be happier (that melody reminds me of when I was a naïve child), I don't want to time travel every time I listen to that bridge (I'm afraid I'll never want to come back.)
losing people is so interesting bc like. no i don't want to speak to you ever again. yes i think about you on your birthday.
…and i’m back
i cannot wait to have a wife to watch movies and cuddle up with every single night
me in my head at the supermarket: nobody is ever going to fucking love me. omg 25% off





