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@sic-infit-auctus
you are harassjng me i n m y tubmlr askes l ikeavebme alone ohmgkg od
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holwo knight
LEAVE ME QALONE. PLEASE
actual queer activity
can you repost my gay fanart to pinterest so i can get exposure
STOP
I'm going to jeff the kill you
where’s your originality this is boring
"im ready for lost string" and youre like 4 seconds old😭😭🤞
OH MY GOD THIS IS NOT TRUE I CAN BEAT LOST LACE EASY ONE TRY YOU JUST SUCK AT SILKSONG
buy me a bubble tea please ! arigatou !
IF I BUY YOU BOBA WILL YOU STOP VERBALLY HARASSING ME
did you forget to turn on your anon ask natthew
go fuck urself
does she cornelius till you coconut?
Oh yeah
Are you jorking it rn???? Be fr with me.
WHEN DID THIS GET ASKED LMFAOOOOOOOO HELLO??????
boredom manifests as bullshit
How hard do you fuck with rigatoni tho?
crrraazy styleuh
What pasta is secretly your favorite?
i fw rigatoni heavy
Write me secret codes, and notes, and pages.
In letters, and ramblings and doodles.
On a gold foiled card, or brown paper cardboard.
On a ketchup stained napkin, or rain soaked newspaper.
On a pamphlet corner, a calendar square, or an old shred of giftwrap.
On a receipt for onions, an invoice for tires, or a greasy burger king bag.
Write me anything.
And I will love every sentence, word, sylable and coma.
I will love them, because they are yours.
And because by your hand, all of it, becomes ours.
The thought of your absence has destroyed me so much that the actual absence of you, is nothing but a mere relief.
Why do you think we still write poetry when the world couldn't care less?
because the world doesn’t care less. its not for the world, it’s for you. it’s an outlet to scream about any and every injustice or victory the world shoves into your life. you don’t need the world to approve over anything you do. humans create. we were born to create, write, draw, sing.
create for yourself and not the world, see how it goes.