Sta.sh
Because I'm so done
So done with this shit
I wish I was just Cis and DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS >.<
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UnrequitedI want to own your soul, like you own mine.Unrequited by ~Teaislove
I want you to understand how I ache for you.
I want you to see past my skin like I see past yours.
Please understand -
that I long for you.
Please understand -
that I am not obsessed.
You just consume my being.
No such thing as deathWhen I die...No such thing as death by ~Teaislove
I will just die.
And I'm all right with that.
What makes up "me"
In body
In mind
Will die.
And I'm all right with that.
Because there is so much more than me!
We are all movement! Nothing is permanent!
The particles that make my body? They will flow into something else! And out of that! And into another!
My death will not be the end. My birth was not the beginning. I am part of something so much bigger.
I am part of the universe.
No news is bad newsWhat happened?No news is bad news by ~Teaislove
Will I ever know?
Did something dramatic happen? Did you (God forbid) die? Were you hurt?
Was it as simple as losing a password?
Why did you suddenly stop?
Did you somehow find out I had feelings for you? Were you disgusted with me?
Or did you never like me at all? Did you discard me once I was no longer useful?
Because all I know is that although you were far away, you were okay! And that made things better than they could've been. Not better, you were gone for crying out loud! But, better.
And suddenly I knew nothing. You could be dead as I write this. You could be at home, glad that the intense heat that the summers
Two yearsI don't even know how long it's been.Two years by ~Teaislove
I was never good at dates.
Just after Halloween?
That would make it nearly two years.
But it doesn't feel like two years!
I can still see your face! I can still see the pale of your skin! Still see the red strands of your hair! I remember us running down corridors and laughing!
No. It can't have been two years.
If it'd been two years, how could I still feel the hurt? The hurt of you walking away, suddenly on the other side of a continent. How could I remember you slowly fading away, until one day I was scrabbling at the empty air where you'd once been?
No. It can't have been two years.
If it's b
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers by ~learningtobefree
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forg
I'm a writer (Mainly poetry and fanfiction) and artist (Mainly weird psychedelic stuff).
dear, you are very kind 
