not sure if i need a shoulder to cry on or a gun

Hey.

sorry i havent posted in a while i’ve been having a lot of gay sex.

if i can't be wronged for you, i am willing to be scorned with you for all of eternity.

Me spending 50$ VS. Me spending 50$ on someone else. on myself.

I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about – with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you.

the preacher may never marry us.

non-sexual intimacies:

as her pale body rotted in the river, it happened ( very slowly ) that god forgot her. first her face, her hands, at last her hair. then she was carrion with the carrion in the water.

I’m becoming more a vessel of memories than a person

your sadness delivers itself into your organs ／ worry drops pebbles into your stomach ／ love evaporates and condensates onto the roof of your mouth.

every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered.

What did my fingers do before they held him? / What did my heart do, with it's love?

＼＼ do not trauma dump on strangers.

“roleplaying is just a hobby” they say as the slave away at a layout that takes them three hours to complete

you would consume me.

“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.” “I can’t do that.” “Why not?” “Because I’m not your problem.” “Be my problem.”