He Could Only Consider Me As The Living Corpse Of A Would-be Suicide, A Person Dead To Shame, An Idiot

omg thats me!!

the other day, I walked up to @fyolesque, who was sitting down, and stood in front of him, ran my fingers through his hair, and went “hello dearest”. And then he looked up at me and smiled and I smiled down at him. All of this is incredibly normal for us. Like this happens several times a day.

but, someone behind me went “omg you guys should kiss” which … aside from being kind of weird and gross, was just so out of pocket that we were both just really confused. So, my BsF explains why that’s like really not going to happen (he has a boyfriend, we are both gay in completely different directions, etc). And like we all moved on.

BUT THEN, yesterday, a friend of ours saw us hugging, and we were going to be separated for like an hour, so it was a decently long hug, and this friend was standing behind me, so I didn’t see him, until I turned around to find him making a heart with his hands and like making a suggestive face at us. And, once again, we were both like “ewww. No. Guys. Stop.” An, once again, we both explained that we’re like … really gay. And very. Very platonic.

moving on

that legendary divorce is such a bore

"lumber"

hey lumber like the lumber wood scene in aberdeen which fell apart just after kurt cobains birth causing his father nd mother to be tight around money and havbe fights nd styuff referring to "that legendary divorce"

Lovemail Preface

A tidbit of my very first letter: In a sense, I think the only time I’ve ever dabbled in a true taste of what love could mean, is with you. It was never clear to me whether you were meant to guide me and protect me, or lead me down a faulty path into my own destruction. Either way, I would happily follow you. From the moment I stepped foot inside that small auditorium along the back wall of the Museum of Pop, in Seattle, Washington, I was entranced. By you, the seemingly effortless way your fingers glide over the slender neck of your instrument. Your lack of outward expression, in both doubt, but also in recognition. You deserve all the praise that is thrown your way, and more. I can only provide you with so much. You will always deserve more than I can give you, and for that I am truly in pain. As soon as your name is spoken from someone else’s mouth, I tense. I know that no matter what they can give, it won’t ever speak to your true nature. They simply don’t know you, not like I do. And I will fight, through anything, to defend you.

"Who is the greatest comedian?"

God. No context. Hit send.

I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.

(Late) Inktober Day 20 - Edgar Allan Poe.

"live with love"

Him and Me

Left = His, Right = Mine

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