āIām a topā āIām a bottomā I am one of those melodramatic fools neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
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āIām a topā āIām a bottomā I am one of those melodramatic fools neurotic to the bone no doubt about it
I love art. Paintings, music, sex, theatre, clothes, connection, poetry. This is all art to me.
Call me a Pansy Division song the way Iām horny in the morning
One I wore tonight. Itās called hummingbird.
When art is too exhausting but I need to create, so I edit.
Chronic illness is a pain in my arse, bro. If anyoneās got a spare working heart that doesnāt go THUD-THUD like the drums in a thrash metal song every time I move ever so slightly, please send it my way
⢠I was bored and have been hyperfixated on Britpop lately so I edited the iconic photo of Liam and Graham kissing with some things that apply to me ā¢
Sludge factory
This year my band released our full length album and were hoping to start gigging properly next year. Itās been incredible, doing something I thought Iād never live to do.
The universe knew Iād be to powerful without health problems so made me a punk bassist with a passion for creativity and justiceā¦with a faulty heart! Maybe I should get a refund- ehh or just keep creating maybe?
Posting to say Iām still alive, and take this thing I wrote. Itās called āThe doctor/patient cycleā
Please take a seat Mr [redacted]
Please tell me how youāve been feeling lately. How long has this been going on?
Itās day in and day out,
This sufferingās lasted for too long
Yes, yesā¦well on my notes I see hereā¦mhm
Those symptoms seem a little extreme
And youāre sure youāve tried most anything?
This all seems a little obscene
I really have tried every-
Have you been drinking plenty? Eating well? Do you go outside, move and resist the āhellā?
Y-
Youāre young, free, far too nimble for these problems
Maybe you should try harder
Think more positive and enjoy your lucky life
Live a little more with laughter.
Doc, I donāt think you understand-
Well your bloods are normal and the rest is vague
Itās probably best you take your leave
Thereās no need for another set of tests
Iām sure itās all just your anxiety.
Donāt even bother denying or advocating
Thereās no medication, no diagnoses
Sure you could reach out, take a plunge
The system will only make you wait centuries.
Go home son
Fake it till you make it
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And do you really need that thing to walk?
reblog if you're corny and insufferable
Subs who get giggly and shy and try to cover their faces and go "stoppp oh my god" as they're laughing and look at you like you're the only thing they worship and melt when you touch them and buck their hips into your hands and make little mewling whimpers all "pleasepleaseplease" and "it feels so good", unable to control themselves. Send post
This is so hashtag mecore
I wrote this back in November, itās called āTurmoilā
Atop of my bed I quietly lie
Almost paralysed, drowning in my own thoughts
Itās an endless downward spiral
But my eyes wonāt well, I cannot cry
Lately been considering suicide
But I revel in my living destruction
Hollow like my childhood dreams
Or the bloody tissues Iāve tossed aside
I could scream until my lungs collapse
And sing until my throat bleeds
Frantically flicking the strings of my bass
Writing songs about shitty scumbags
The way you strum your guitar
That confidence makes me feel so alive
Iām always in awe of your presence
Itās weird, itās strange- bizarre
Your knowing blue eyes and soft touch
Please just hold me in your arms forever
I cannot bear to be alone
I love you so fucking much
Iāll scream and beg, sobbing for you to not go
Pleading and clinging on for dear life
Fearing abandonment, filled deep with inner turmoil
If I ask you not to leave, promise youāll say ānoā
Iāve never felt such exhaustion and pain
Iāve barely even eaten lately
Panic is all that fills my brain
With every single thought it serves to drive me more insane
Itās pride month and Iāve never been more queer
Itās been a while, so to clarify I am alive
//Cw: brief mention of implied self harm scars and slight suggestive content//
He loves all the things about me that I used to hate. Especially my thighs- he says theyāre beautiful just like me, even though one of them is scarred. He kisses all down my stomach, waist, thighs, after going down, praising all those parts of me. Heās just so sweet, and I feel like the luckiest guy in the world being able to call myself his boyfriend.