do you love them more than me?

is that why you ignore me for hours?

why am i not enough for you?

will i ever be enough?

false promise after falsepromise,

but i can’t bring myself to let go of you.

if i did, what were these past six yearsfor?

if im not yours to use, what am i?

you woke up in the middle of the night,

your voice no more than a sleepy whisper,

just to tell me you loved me.

you really don’t know what you’re doing to me.

“goodnight, ill talk to you tomorrow.”

the promise of there being a tomorrow,

don’t give me that kind of hope, my love.

keep pulling the wire around my neck,

tighterandtighterandtighter.

make me into your pretty little trophy,

a one of a kind collectable monster.

despite their yearning for me,

icant bring myself to feel sympathetic.

i chose you long ago, before i even met you.

they never even stood a chance.

i want you marked with my blood,

a kind of bond that won’t set us free.

i won’t stop until your skin is all mine,

but tell me when it hurts, tell me if it hurts.

stop acting like you hateme,

you’remakingafool of yourself.

i wish you would just come clean,

im bored of the same old thing.

everything is doomed to burst apart

and nothing goes right anymore.

if i accept my defeat and return to you,

would you turn towards me, oraway?

look me in the fucking face;

tell me what you want out of me.

this stupid cat and mouse game of yours,

i don’t want to play it anymore.

the future doesn’t matter,

I’ll give it up for you.

I’ll end up in the fire,

a stake through my heart,

burning with you.

i hate to think you run off to someone else

whenever i can’t be around you.

but i can’t help but to be paranoid.

ill have to keep you on a shorter leash.

i like when you’re scared,

clinging to me so tightly it hurts to breathe.

it shows how much you depend on me,

and only me.

you’ll look adorable,

arms bound, lips bruised

curled up in my arms.

you’ll belong to me wholly.

see its lowkey homophobic that im not dating a punk boy that will drink ungodly amounts of monsters with me and fuel my chaotic side

imagine laying on top of a boy while he plays a game and you slowly help him through and take turns playing it into the ungodly hours of the night then finally passing out because your exhausted and just cuddle up to each other

it’s a such a SHAME I cant watch movies into the ungodly hours of night with a boy while we cuddle and share snacks

its kinda homophobic that I’m not chilling on a rooftop with a boy and watching the sunset while I lay in his lap and he plays with my hair

Boys who kiss pets >>>

Yes, I’m once again reposting my own content. What of it?

Boys who can cook are kinda hot

With that being said, boys who CAN’T cook deserve love too.

Now that I’ve said that I gotta say, boys

SFW

I have such a long weekend and I’m bored as all hell :/. Like I don’t have homework due until Thursday, and I can’t hangout with any of my friends cause they’re not free :|. Man if he lived here, we could get coffee and just walk around, I know this really nice crystal shop in town we could go to.

Main street is nice this time of year, and it’s like the PERFECT walking temperature :/. We could go to thrift stores and just look at all the random things, and there’s this great coffee/sweets shop on main street that a lot of people recommended to me :///.

We could also go to a store that just sells these handmade paintings, wind chimes, and dream catchers. It’s run by a sweet old woman who’s really nice, I hope she’s doing okay :///. There’s also a lot of statues and art pieces I know about, and I know the history of around 2/3 of them.

There’s also a great shop that you can go to where almost all of those statues were made in, and it has a bronze bear in it I think. We could even paint some pottery and grab snow cones :((, I KNOW WHERE ALL OF THESE THINGS ARE IT’S NOT FAIR :(((((((!!!!!!

I also know this really cute park and it’s just :((((((, WHY DOESN’T HE LIVE HERE IT’S HOMOPHOBIC :((((((!!!!!! I mean yea he wouldn’t be allowed to come over or stay the night, but that’s okay :(. We could always go to the park and talk :((((, PLUS BEING OUTSIDE IS MORE HEALTHY THAN BEING INSIDE :((((!!!

Yea my mom would defo hate him but we’re nOT THINKING ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SFW

Yes he does get spammed with snaps about my dreams, no, I do not feel remorse. And yes, he also gets spammed with drawings I made while bored, and no, I do not feel remorse for that either. HE CHOSE THIS LIFE AND THIS LIFE CHOSE HIM, IT IS WHAT IT IS >:((!!!!!!!!

SFW

Actually it’s MUCH safer to sleep with a “boyfriend belt” :/, like it’s actually been proven that like, you can die without one :/. A boyfriend belt helps you NOT fall off the bed, and it helps like, keep you warm, which is probably pretty important :/.

So since he’s (my bf) NOT sleeping with a boyfriend belt, like, ever, he’s seriously risking his health :/. And as a person TRAINING TO BE IN THE MEDICAL FIELD, I can’t LET him DIE, so I OBVIOUSLY need to help :/. So, in order to make sure people are safe, I will give a public service awareness about how to be, and use, a boyfriend belt :).

In order to properly get into the boyfriend belt position, you need to do another technique doctors like to call “big spoon little spoon”, now obviously the boyfriend belt is going to be the “big spoon” and the one being buckled in is the “little spoon”, ya still with me?

Now, once in your proper roles, the boyfriend belt must then wrap one arm around the ribcage of whichever side they’re on, and the other arm will then scoop UNDER the neck and properly secure itself on top of the “little spoons” chest or shoulder. The “little spoon” then can lay on top of the arm of the “big spoon”, as if it is a oddly hard and uncomfortable pillow far too small for ones head.

Once these tasks are completed, the boyfriend belt must then pull the “little spoon” into the desired, or required, tightness. The required tightness is anything of or above “crush the soul out”. But this can change depending on disabilities, comfort, and preference :). Adjust your boyfriend belt to your comfort, and be safe :).

If not sleeping with a boyfriend belt, be aware that falling off the bed to your inevitable demise is a real possibility hundreds encounter around the globe :/. Sleep at your own risk :/.

A boyfriend belt is used to crush the second, third, etc, sleeping party into oblivion so that they are saved from falling off of the dangerous edge of the bed. They are also used as emotional support, and can be used as a source of heat if needed :). Boyfriend belts are often recharged as they are used as well, for the most obvious reasons :).

Studies show those who do not have a boyfriend belt are more likely to die day to day, some studies even suggesting that BREATHING without a boyfriend belt can be a serious health risk one needs to urgently address :). If you fear you are suffering from the well known condition “no boyfriend belt syndrome”, seek treatment out immediately :).

Anyway, /j /lh :). Have a great day gay wads

SFW

I know we live in different states but I really wanna wrap him in blankets and tuck pillows around him so that he’s comfortable, watching his favorite shows and kissing his face. Play with his hair and scratching his back, rubbing his neck and shoulders, just listening to the background noise and his breathing.

Yea…ANYWAY I’m not telling him that, like I COULD but then it’s gonna be a spiral of “oh AND” so no :). I also really wanna basically crush hug him and tell him that I’m proud of him but we’re KEEPING THAT TO OURSELVES BESTIE!

SFW

The mandatory rule is that I literally need to sit on his chest, hold his head, and squish his cheeks as I kiss his face. It’s literally the law, if that DOESN’T happen I will literally die and be sent to gay jail.

SFW

Honestly bestie, I really just wanna rant about my OCD intrusive thoughts and compulsions to a dude who ALSO has OCD so we can just feed off each other’s energy, ya know? Like “don’t you hate it when-”, “OH I FUCKING HATE THAT LIKE ONE TIME-”, “guess what someone told me today -”, “I KEEP GETTING THIS DAMN INTRUSIVE THOUGHT-”, “dude nothing’s happening rn right, cause like-”.

I just wanna have something in common with a guy so we can both bitch about it man :)))))).

to have a boy cup my face and stare deeply into my eyes before leaning in and pressing his nose against mine.

it’s the little things. when we hold hands and his thumb does the rubbing thing or he holds mine a little tighter. when he rests his head on my shoulder while reading batman. when we had our first hug and i couldn’t breathe because we were so close. the little things are so lovely.

showed him a vampire post and now we write letters to each other.

his small obsession with batman. his huge obsession with king dice. the way he rambles on about how his watch has the exact seconds and milliseconds. how he continuously tries to get me to watch jojo’s. this boy<333.

i want to give him little poetic notes that subtly tell him my feelings.

how i long to hold his hand in mine. how i long to cup his face and stare into his eyes.

you ever see a pretty boy and just melt? you feel all gooey and can’t help but smile because he’s so pretty.

constantly daydreaming about painting a boy’s (or boys’) nails, sewing on patches together, introducing them to pirate metal, sharing our current interests and then exploring new interests together.

to do a boy’s makeup and peck his nose afterwards.

tummies <333. guys who have soft tummies, guys who have flat tummies, big tummies, bloated tummies, built tummies, tummies with stretch marks, tummies with scars; all the different kinds of tummies.

a boy should come replace the stuffed pikachu that i’m holding.