This is uphemis for "i love you." I think. Or she was hitting on ye?
Or is it "the moon is pretty tonight"
a girl at the grocery stopped me on my way inside and said "have you seen the moon tonight?" and the thing is I HAD seen the moon tonight as I was leaving my apartment and thought "wow what a pretty moon"
anyway I was delighted that a stranger saw the moon and saw me and thought "that bitch definitely wouldn't wanna miss this extra nice crescent moon we got going on tonight"
I am here and I am not going anywhere
In life, and in death,
In this life, and the next,
I will stay by your side,
Till the end.
Tumbler needs a separate button for call-out posts.
characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.
I am happy when with your memories. I am happy when we are talking. Then you leave. You are not mine. Then why am I so fucking sad.
100 ways to say I love you. — Coming soon.
Just gonna leave it here of easy access.
I wish kinky sex ed wasn't so stigmatized even among left-leaning "sex positive" circles. Everyone's all "uwu I'm a sub I'll do anything you ask" okay mommy wants you to read The New Bottoming Book so you learn how to sub without hurting yourself since your sex ed up to this point is porn and your ex boyfriend Jared who liked to choke you incorrectly
You are my moon. My light in life that is nothing but a dark night. Even when I can't see you. I know you are there. There is no repaying that.
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judas had the decency to hang himself in remorse, but i thought you needed a little help | hannibal (mizumono, dolce) // fernando pessoa, the book of disquiet, tr. richard zenith // hannibal (secondo) // tears and saints, emil cioran, tr. ilinca zarifopol johnstone // hannibal (digestivo, the wrath of the lamb)
I write for you because I can't kiss you. So I hope my words would.
With every breath I try not to not be like that. Yet every path I take seems to take me to this predestined outcome
characters whose philosophy is “if i cannot be wanted, i will be needed and if i cannot be needed, let me be used until there’s nothing left of me.” thank you for everyone’s attention. falls off stage and dies