You’ll Kill Me If You Stop

Sex, books & dreams he/they

[rabidgay-deactivated20240919]

[metamorphesque]

October, Louise Glück

[nixscriptum]

[chronicallyonlinesworld]

[remanence-of-love]

[toimoiluiii23]

Rex

[boys-sex-money-love]

[boys-sex-money-love]

[welcvm]

[sirenchild]

[to0needy]

if i could go back in time i would go back to the day when i attempted suicide but this time i’d make sure to properly kms

[vssfu]

[feelingsoftheday]

you are strong, you are just tired

[cutiebabie]

“She felt so old, so worn out, so far away from the best moments of her life that she even yearned for those that she remembered as the worst, and only then did she discover how much she missed the whiff of oregano on the porch and the smell of roses at dusk, and even the bestial nature of the parvenus. Her heart of compressed ash, which had resisted the most telling blows of daily reality without strain, fell apart with the first waves of nostalgia. The need to feel sad was becoming a vice as the years eroded her. She became human in her solitude.”

— Gabriel García Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude

[thepersonalquotes]

me??? needing??? constant??? reassurance??? yes

[underwelmed]

source: theopeninvite

[lonelycity]

molly fletcher