All I know are sad songs.

when i finally got sober, felt ten years older but fuck it, it was somethin' to do.

[nicholasgalitznes]

you definitely need some special k.

[useraljoscha-archived]

[neckkiss]

[nozu]

[kittyb4e]

[feral-ballad]

Ugochukwu Damian Okpara, Notes on Desire

[idabjoerk]

via pinterest

[dropovers]

[votingdog]

me: *looks at my boy for even a second*

me: my sweet boy, my baby boy, my honey boy, my darling boy, my pretty boy, my boy whomst i love dearly, my treasure boy, my angel boy, my handsome boy, lovely boy of mine, my lover boy, my beloved boy, my perfect boy, my precious boy, my dear boy, my good boy, the best boy that happens to be my boy, my

[jerrylandis]

frank o’hara, from biotherm (for bill berkson)

[bacchilles]

[Text ID: "if you lie there asleep on the floor after lunch

what else is there for me to do but adore you" /end ID]

[minima--moralia]

All you have to do is take me / let me melt beneath your tongue.

Wisława Szymborska, in an excerpt from Advertisement, featured in Poems: New and Collected (via minima–moralia)

[300cherry]

[goregirlsdungeon]

[targarryen]

hey rpc can we go back to the 3 sentence starter and letting it lengthen naturally trend? para’s take forever to reply to, my threads rarely get anywhere anymore

[metamorphesque]

— Ilya Kaminsky, Deaf Republic

[litterae-ignotae]

Martha Rhodes, ‘Inside Father’s Pockets’, from At the Gates

[love-for-boys]