all my grief says the same thing: this isn't how it's supposed to be. this isn't how it's supposed to be. and the world laughs, holds my hope by the throat. says: but this is how it is.

wtf there’s gay people on my tl.

|| replies here over the weekend ❤️

youtu.be/e66gI6aPGUQ

|| I said like a liar. I’ll be here when I can, I just got scheduled to work overtime so 🥴

ㅤ ‘𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝙄’𝙈 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙄𝙀𝘿 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙍𝙐𝙄𝙎𝙀𝘿 ‘𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝙄’𝙑𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙊𝙆𝙀𝙉 𝙈𝙔 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙀𝙎 ‘𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉’𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙐𝙎𝙀𝘿 … ‘𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝙄’𝙈 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝘼𝙇𝙊𝙉𝙀. ㅤ

if you see him sprinting down the street with a briefcase in his hand … he’s just recently really gotten into fitness. never mind the gunfire.

noooo, not that little fucker …

my little fucker ❤️?

something sounds suspiciously like rattling teeth in a jar … he’s not looking up from his book. ignore him, maybe he’ll go away. (this has never worked)

there’s mostly silence from charles, save for the irritated exhale. round lenses slooowly crept over the lip of the book’s edge, blue eyes narrowed. “ … what. do. you. want? “