Countthefighters - Chris

i love you btw

My friends gift to me a glimmer of hope occasionally; and when they do, all I can think about is how badly I want to see and know the adult versions of them. I think about how nice it would be to have an extra room, or maybe a pullout couch, at the disposal of any friend looking for a warm bed and an ear to listen. I think about them coming to my house just to ask for a cigarette, and to talk about their troubles while we sit on the porch. I think about how I’ll attend (and cry at) their weddings, and I think about how I’ll be with them through messy breakups, and all the inbetweens. I think about how I’ll have their favorite snacks in my cupboard, and how I’ll make sure there’s always an extra toothbrush for them. I think about how I’ll have toys stored away for their potential kids when they visit, and I think about how I’ll get to watch all of us grow up.

I often times think the only thing stopping me from ending it is fear, but I think a little harder about the people I love, and suddenly it feels like my heart is trying to claw through my chest, and grasp onto any hope for the future.

I want to be there to love those around me until I can no longer leave my bed, and my last breaths are be spent cherishing their names.

does anyone know if we have to face our unjustified anger and desrie to be loved in return tomorrow

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I transitioned from a girl whose lips couldn't move fast enough. to a boy who the dance floor didn't love

What is my deal

remember—there’s no “i” in homunculus. that’s why they do 90% of the manual labor around my tower

sun bleached flies - ethel cain

Riff with Patrick Greatest Hits PART 2 (Part 1 here) x x x x x x (some MORE of the best flirting banter from tourdust/2ourdust mwah mwah)