before you, I was always thirsty

[potato-lord-but-not]

So turns out im gay thank you for the yaoi 🙏🙏🙏

CONGRATS ON THE HOMOSEXUALITY BROTHER

[potato-lord-but-not]

I’m really hoping this is the same guy

[potato-lord-but-not]

[potato-lord-but-not]

oh so you want all of tumblr to know my podcast yaoi turns people gay? is that what you want for me?

[kobizen]

[lellaomezzin]

it gets worse lmaoooo

[jesterbots]

[dickmaster420]

[post-store]

$49.99

[thegreatbigfiresofamind]

There’s thunder in my lungs, every cough’s a storm

She calls to me, the dancing queen of rattling bones

I know that my time is fleeting, I know where I must go

But my darling’s making dinner, It’s rude to leave her ‘lone

As my heart chases sundown, and hope rises like dough

Tonight just might be the final bread we enjoy

And though it hurts to breathe, for her I’d endure

Every last tremble for every laugh we grow

During these last moments, I stumble through my words

I hum every syllable, I sing, I love you like the Earth

You’ve changed since we met, yet I know that you’re home

Don’t shush me, lover, If you remember my words I’ll live on

But move on, I’m happy being in the back of your mind

I won’t love you less if you love another life

[thegreatbigfiresofamind]

I will always remember that one time you thought you could fix me with words

But prose wasn’t enough to patch up every gazing wound

And you try, you constantly try, but your attempts are outnumbered

By every fall a younger me took, every time she surrendered

And she surrendered plenty, fighting was not a skill she practiced

Her stance, sloppy, her arms, in disarray,

It was like the stars mocked her, oh how weak and desolate

You sat me down on my bed, my eyes a hurricane

And asked for me to be honest, You promised

That there was nothing in me you wouldn’t love

That was all that mattered

I told you things I wouldn’t dream of uttering in your presence

I offered you a moment of silence, asked for guidance

There was nothing else I could give

You matched my silence with a minute of your own

All the while your gaze danced around my room

You looked at the painting I made in fourth grade, an orange cat

Then at the pink cover of my cold, cold bed

When it came to me, you looked away

I had never remembered your eyes, from mine, to run away

When you spoke, ice filled the room

Your reassurances weak, their effect phantom

You told me I could “recover”

I didn’t have the urge to ask “What from?”

[thegreatbigfiresofamind]

On one hand, you had a gun

Then a note, on the other

Your tears turned into puddles, rivers down your chin Your hand, held out, begging for drought, your downpour’s from within And you played it out, pushed it down, you thought you’d be a martyr But, my love, when they found you, the gun was in your hand A note in the other But before that, Praise filled the air wherever you walked, you were the hope, and you were the talk You were a lot of things, and an abundance of those would follow you home Under the covers, under the disguise, of your very own soul, of your very own tide Wanderlust, pleaded, stars, defeated, expectations, exceeded Success, debated Now, it seems, you are at a crossroads, a crossfire, an impasse, and you’re tired The walk, the hope, the talk, you roped yourself into this For exhaustion is merely a pity, a drop in the wide, wild sea A heart of gold, in a world of the bold, but you know that you can be Free Enraptured by possibility, captured by time Enchanted by your sweet demise, yet stranded in your mind Dearest, I can’t help you now, you’ve no umbrella in this thunderstorm No one else could love you more, but I’m the fiction that you wrote I’m only your own, but in this room, you are alone A fraction of a train of thought, a revolver in sight A pen inking the paper, a body on the ground You reach, you grab it, but the drought strays further away The gun is now in your hand, a note that you’ve palmed You’re still alone, and I still only exist in thought

[thegreatbigfiresofamind]

And I’d wait for you With bated breath If I could bait This heart of mine That you would Someday Truly be mine

[thegreatbigfiresofamind]

You look as if the sun chose to shine on your features

So much so that I am convinced she shares my ambitions

Of witnessing that song of yours, now, our common mission

So sing it once more, i beg, a silent question

I have indulged in every premonition that haunt my very visions

Of you, of love, I’ve dreamt of a balcony for us, parisian

A wine glass colors your skin, red, I thank the sun for the collision

She sets, in the distance, whispering a defeated congratulation

I watch the orange tint dance in your hair some more, you’re a sculpture, grecian

I could never hope for anything more until I bore witness to this repletion

But it passes, as moments often do, although, to me, you’re forever abloom in carnation

‘Cause with every moment that passes, another begins, and so is creation