so down bad i accused her of witchcraft
the inherent sadness of growing up alongside boys. watching as they are consumed by all the wrong lessons their fathers teach them. no, please donât grow up. i miss the boy you were before your father hit your mother for the first time. before he screamed and you screamed back. before he said it has to be like this. i still love the memory of you. why must the wind beat down upon you and form you into a tree forever marred by the conditions it was forced to grow in. can i bring you back? shelter you from the wind? i guess iâll never know. weâre both too grow to go back.
Doesnât matter if you write in a frequent basis, or once in a blue moon, just how many of us are there?
want a hat?
âyou belong in the kitchenâ okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
the intimacy of sharing. of tasting drinks without worrying about waterfalling. of trading sweaters. of leaning in, connected by the wires of my 2016 earbuds. of sharing not just objects but space. your head on my shoulder or my feet up in your lap. of sharing not just space but time. of both of us losing sleep just to talk for 15 more minutes. of sharing not just time but knowledge. the âi wasnât supposed to tell anyone butâ and homework help. the intimacy of letting someone hold a piece of what makes up your soul. maybe even letting them keep it. i think about it every time i let you borrow my pencil.
this was the wrong site for me to kink shame people on
âyou belong in the kitchenâ okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
mecore (i cried when i found out i wasnât 5â4)
water in water fall is always changing. over time, waterfall erodes surroundings and maybe shifts. but itâs still the same waterfall.
everythign feel so temporary
is this how making friends work. do i win
âyou belong in the kitchenâ okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
Sometimes I slap myself as hard as possible then tell myself to lock the fuck in or im. A homosexual
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i just won a game and to celebrate i made everyone lose The Game.
ideas, art, fandom stuff and shower thoughts. think about a group of gay neurodivergent teens sitting in an empty classroom room at lunch. thatâs what this blogs energy is. asks open. please ask.
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