#for whoever

[thatdamnokie]

everybody shut up i’m falling in love

[unfanaticism]

"you dropped this," foster comments. calm and collected and typical of a stranger. however, he was not a stranger. no. he had been watching them for weeks now. so beautiful, so oblivious. perhaps they had an inkling-- an instinct that they were being studied out of the corner of their eye by something that craved their blood between its teeth. maybe they drove themself crazy looking for the things foster had acquired: a bracelet, a sweater that smelled so dreadfully like them that foster had griped between his teeth while he furiously pleasured himself.

things that they missed, surely. but foster was taking good care of them. he promised.

the thing they had "dropped" was a keychain from their bag. it had not dropped at all. foster had swiped it a week and a half ago. slipped into their room while they slept and collected a few things.

giving it back was a bit of a confession. maybe even a threat. in all honesty, foster wanted to see what they would do: if the pieces would fall together or if they would excuse it as some sort of fated meeting. either thought process was delicious.

the journalist holds it just out of reach, waiting for the object of his affection to step into his space to retrieve the silly little keychain.

@sovrumana

[inkandichxr]

"I'm putting the jacket on, see? What is this - you're like the second person today... Is there something wrong with my shirt?"

@ofviolentdeath

[sprikys]

i love you. god, with all of my might, my heart and my soul i will love you forever — even when everything is said and done, even when loving like this will be claimed cliche or overused, even when the bounds of platonic or romantic love try and make me put a label on whatever i feel, the utmost extent of all of this is too much for any of that. i feel everything, i feel so full of life that there isn’t a word to describe it because that would undermine it, and i feel everything there is to offer when i am with you. in every life, we’d be bound to eachother, in every life, we would find eachother, because we are twin spirits and foils and complementary colors all at the same time. we are both as much as childish and immature as we are older than everything, because petty fights and little conversations about nothing to fill that comfortable void of silence doesn’t mean that the lingering deaf feeling goes away. it all just mutes itself into the gentle lull of background noise when we speak to eachother, and everything works. we work, and we will work for all of the time that we have with eachother.

an ode to magnet-like love

[outofairinmylungsarchive]

[text to: ???] what are you doing right now?

// @euphoricblasphemyy

[365runesoftheamalgamations]

you know what? fuck it.

We have been thinking about this off and on all day so here is a mini little rant, just for us, and sure why not, for others too, we just need this out on this site so we can remind ourselves of it probably every day or something.

*wrangles ourselves into a chair and jabs a finger at our chests*

You don't need one person to say, "I don't want this." You just need one person to say, "I do."

You don't need an excuse NOT TO do something. You just need an excuse TO DO that something.

That's it. Nothing more. So here it is. Your excuse. Do it. Make it. Want it. Go for it

Who wants it? We do. Who'll support it? We will. Who's the audience? We are.

Thank you for coming to our Ted Talk.

[sasster]

h..hey can i have some asks