los ones

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Aight imma just throw this out here.

I support all littles, caregivers, age regressors, and anyone else.

I support trans and non binary littles and caregivers.

I support underage littles and caregivers.

I support caregivers who like being called mommy or daddy.

I support caregivers who don’t like terms such as those.

I support those who age play, as long as it is safe and consensual.

I support those who are completely non sexual regressors.

I support what ever label you classify yourself under, as long as you aren’t causing issues for others in that community.

You can be kidhearted, or dd/lg, or cglre, or liltot, or chire, or whatever your heart desires.

Just be respectful.