i'm a lot like if a guy had a tight wet pussy and was right about everything all the time and was also a faggot
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Stranger Things
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i'm a lot like if a guy had a tight wet pussy and was right about everything all the time and was also a faggot
middle of the night drawing
A Falling Coin Part 1 of 2
Waiting
Listening
Hanging on silence
Waiting
Listening
For an echo,
The coin hitting the water at the bottom.
Looking
Straining
Trying my hardest to see
Looking
Straining
To see a flash of light in the black,
A last look at the coin before it is absorbed by darkness.
The darkness is solid,
Not liquidy and spilling
Like the light through a window as the sun rises,
Scattering dust particles to dance
The darkness is solid,
Frozen
Like it has never moved.
Only a halfway glance,
Cut in half by safety
Is safety worth ignorance?
Is safety worth not hearing the splash?
This is not something that can be done half and half
It is all or nothing.
"I am a crow." Notebook spread.
hosting tboy wrestling in my bed if anyone’s interested
"A Lesson from my Mother." Notebook Spread (well yes I lost part of the poem)
one day i will learn to say ‘i love you’
One day when I grow a shred of confidence
I will use it to show you every word I’ve written about you,
Every nonsensical analogy that will only ever make to sense to us,
Every pieced together sentence of adjective upon adjective
So jumbled you can tell I’ve written it
And every unfinished, forgotten sentence,
I’ll show it all to you and maybe we’ll laugh.
man having your life even a little bit together will really make you realize how chronically sleep-deprived and poorly fed and under-enriched everyone is and then when they turn to you to implicitly agree that that's just the natural state of existing you feel like the asshole for being like "actually I think you might benefit from eating breakfast regularly and picking up a new hobby"
literally addicted to being strange and off-putting who won't me
Blind box this blind box that … I’m trying to see YOUR box
“Layers (seams).” Notebook Spread.
“Dogwhistle.” Notebook Spread.
A Love Poem for the Future
You make me want to live in a house
Where the front door needs an extra little push to open,
And the windows creak,
Where the floor is coming up a little bit next to the fireplaces,
And the wallpaper is peeling in a million places.
A place where the sink in the bathroom leaks a little,
And one lightbulb won’t turn on, no matter how many times it’s changed.
Somewhere where the door frame is too skinny and I constantly hit my shoulder on it.
A place where the tile is slightly cracked,
And the heat always escapes in the winter.
A place that’s always covered in paint and soil,
Coats hung by the door because they’re constantly used
Somewhere when we always keep the fireplace burning
And we sit under a million quilted blankets
That I made one day when I was bored,
Not knowing how much we would use them.
A place that is perfectly us, a place that I would hate to live in alone,
But it becomes home when you are there.
A place that is completely you.