#8.17.21

[merchdraws]

"If you were gay

that'd be okay

I mean, 'cause hey

I like you anyway!"

anyways here's rod and nicky from avenue q

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[benching-yourdad]

I went to the gym this morning AND wore shorts

[honey-and-sting]

Fuck You

I can’t listen to love songs without thinking about you singing them to her.

I feel disgusted now that I know I was the other man the entire time I loved you.

So if you’re reading this & wondering- Yes, this poem is about you.

Fuck you.

[benching-yourdad]

Im noticing how the stress of school is triggering some feelings & the choices I make in the next couple weeks will be critical to my mental health & it's a lot of pressure. & it's scary.

[benching-yourdad]

I hope one day I am at ease and this longing for whatever I feel finds peace. Bc I don't even know what I'm longing for.

[wordsofahoneybee]

PEACHES

[Text ID: I think love might be like peaches. They're an ideal fruit, messy in the best way, even if you ruin your favorite shirt with sticky-sweet juice. Every time I see them at the grocery store I think to myself, I should get a few. I love peaches. But they're also so finicky. They're not in season long and sure, you can get them canned or frozen, but it's not the same as fresh. There's nothing like a fresh, ripe peach. And I'm so bad at telling when they're ripe. I'll be so sure. It'll be soft and sweet-smelling and I will think, this is going to be a good one. But as soon as I sink my teeth in, I am disappointed. I will think, maybe I don't like peaches after all. But then I will remember every slice of sweetness I've known before and wonder why this time was different. What did I do wrong? I think love is a lot like peaches.]

[edo-vivendum]

Nothing like someone yelling in anger to send ya down the ptsd spiral

[sexxandcigarettess]

I got better things to do and places I can be . It’s going to kill me to let you go but you can leave.