Loserwithfangs

*ੈ✩Atlas ⁓‧₊˚ [he/him]

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poems iI write but I forgot to post them... Lol

I stand here looking in the mirror practicing what I will say when I meet you not when we see each other for the first time but what I will say when I meet the real you. Dec/19/24

“I love you” I wish their was a poem that would rap my love up for you into a big romantic sentence but I could write a book about everything I love about you and it still wouldn’t be enough. Dec/19/2

4 I sit on a bench in the park writing poems because I couldn't say it to your face. Jan/4/25

Maybe your a star. Because I'm having a hard time picturing your real face it's all blurry..

why did I leave why did i leave you I'm sorry I didn't know I'm so so so sorry I couldn't have changed the outcome now we havent talked in a couple months and I can't wait to wish you happy birthday in June♡♡♡♡♡♡

I miss you I see you in every thing I hope you miss me sometimes or maybe you haven't thought of me since I left.

Why?. Why should I hate my life? Why do I have to start every conversation with you? Why don’t you want to talk to me? What did I do wrong?

You didn't wish me happy birthday this year. . . That's fine. Your not my mom or anything I guess I just thought since I wished you one maybe I'd get something in return.. That was selfish of me.

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<3 not enough words to describe so a massive pic dump<<<333

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how tf is this song so good

Me after the songends but iv already replayed it 7 time: Then another~

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how tf is this song so good

Me after the songends but iv already replayed it 7 time: Then another~

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stamp dump<3

I 💕 these andd will prolly reuse them lol

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art I did as a warm up<3 I zoned out while drawling and listening to music and accidently based the drawling off of the song lol

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Baby!!!Ahahhahahaha *cough* I mean sonic...

Sonic I 💙 u sm

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⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧𝕮✮𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖎✮𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖘✮𝖗·:¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨:·

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Poetry<3 also making love poems while single is amazing u should try✨

My Love,

I love you more than the moon loves the night, more than the stars dare to shine - endlessly, fiercely, silently watching over you even when words fail. And they always do, don’t they? No phrase is deep enough, no metaphor bright enough to hold what I feel.

I want to kiss you until time forgets us, until my lips bleed from the truth of it because loving you isn’t gentle, it’s alive. It aches. It burns red, wild and honest, like a heart exposed to the world. And if I bleed, let it be on you. Let my love stain your skin, your clothes, your soul — not as a burden, but as proof: I am yours, completely.

If I’ve hurt you, if my wounds have spilled onto you, I’m sorry. Not for loving you too hard never for that but for not always knowing how to hold it in. But you… you take my broken threads and sew them back with kindness, with patience, with love that doesn’t flinch at blood. You don’t turn away. You hold me tighter.

So let me hold you back. Let me be your moon, your stars, your quiet sky. Let me kiss you until we forget everything but each other.

Forever bleeding for you

Forever yours.

(Doesn’t even have a partner just wrote on my bedroom floor for fun lmao?)

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖🛸── .✦

got told I look like my older cousin who works out a lot and Is a GUY don't think i'll need another compliment for awhile｡𖦹🏳️‍⚧️ 🦈𖤐

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art I did<3 its a comic wip

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i <3 pearl

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hehe

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my poor social battery<3

He was an introvert with a love for people. It was Friday. the time of week when everyone went out to party or drink. He wished he could be out there too, doing that, but the thought of him doing it and not some other normal, socially acceptable person made him want to vomit.  His social battery dropped just thinking about it. So instead, he sat at home, drinking tea and reading in bed like some seventy-year-old lady instead of a twenty-six-year-old man waiting for his life to start. He didn’t have many friends, and the ones he did have were just like him: quiet, content, tucked away in their own worlds. Because of that, he was never pushed out of his comfort zone. In fact, he barely saw them at all so maybe he didn't truly have friends at all. What he wanted, he couldn’t truly have without it taking a toll on his mental health. And it wasn’t booze he wanted it was the experience. And even if it was the booze, he still wouldn’t drink it. The old bottle of wine in the back of his pantry was probably gross by now, and the thought of drinking alone at home felt wrong. It made him feel like an alcoholic, even if it was just one drink every blue moon.

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