my relationship goal is to be my wife’s gay little husband
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@pizzaknox
my relationship goal is to be my wife’s gay little husband
how many appendages and limbs do i need to sell in order for alysa liu and amber glenn to show up in Dimension 20
i may be kenough for myself but am i kenough for others?
i was not written by a woman i was drawn with a crayon by a 5 y/o with his non-dominant hand
dude (in a gender neutral way)
the way to my heart is a model or toy train
sufjan stevens please save us
pls tell me i’m still on your close friends and you just haven’t posted
she does in fact have me blushing twin 🥀
appearing on their close friends is like seeing a candid pic of yourself in the yearbook
genuinely had me 🧀-ing
what if the voices are my own and i am telling myself to stfu every now and then
everyday i get closer to reading and writing enchantment table
shit's so fucked im getting into journaling
im not a poet
your arms around my neck, mine around your sides. a place holder to stall our collision.
you notice my fear after reality, my lips trembling more than my heart, she still sees this as a teaching moment while everyone can see, but you at least see my nerves.
one revolution and there's no flame yet; our connections still mechanical and awkward. time still stops for a second everytime; our lips tripping over the dance. to me, you did it because we had to, but did you at least care?
we never floated and ran with it, just leaving it as choreography. we silently agreed we would never be, it was just common knowledge. but it still felt a bit private, we had our laughs along the way. and to this day, we are each other's footnotes.
i love speaking honestly on anonymous reddit accounts
“we’ll, michael cera is a lesbian”
-my coworker