pigeon !!

i like it when giants hurt tinies to the point the GIANT is permanently scarred and refuses to be intimate with or even touch them again even though the tiny (seemingly) doesn't care. they do. it's just that they hate to see their friend/partner this way and put their own feelings to the side. they can't ignore it forever.

I like it when tinies can't get over the weirddd primal fear that makes the hair on the back of their neck stand up and raises goosebumps all along their arms when around the giant they've grown close with. it's not on purpose, and they know they'd never be put in harms way. I like when that fear is brought to light and it strains their relationship.

I like tinies feeling left behind and scared that they can't keep up. I like it when giants feel so disgusting and unwelcome in any space they're in.

I like the awkward silence when one of them brings up how they can never be normal together, how their relationship is unconventional and they need to hide it from the world. or maybe they choose not to, and they're both shunned from their respective communities. how they can never be intimate together, how they yearn to have a normal hug and feel one another equally.

I like it when they get into fights and storm off for days. the giant can't find tinies after said fight, and eventually thinks they're gone for good. they could be anywhere. and while that tiny hides away, quiet and shivering, maybe even hearing creatures or bugs wherever they may have hid. they've grown so used to the comfortable warmth and safety that they forgot just how cruel the outside world could be.

I like codependent, mentally ill g/t pairings.

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lord send me a mechanic if I am not beyond repair

on the day that I forget you, I hope my heart explodes

[I used to live here intensifies]

my love for you is ninety eight percent pure

our love is like jesus, but worse

the ghosts that haunt your building have been learning how to breathe

see that young man who dwells inside his body like an uninvited guest

and then I think I hear angels in my ears / like marbles being thrown against a mirror

and I am coming home to you / with my own blood in my mouth

see I'm perfectly aware of where our love stands / but the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand

in this house like a Louisiana graveyard / where nothing stays buried

and I can't think of one thing in this whole wide blessed world / that's more dangerous and frightening than you when you get bored

I like these torture devices from my old best friend

and when the house goes up in flames / no one emerges triumphantly from it

drunk at the meskwaki casino / right where God intended me to be

get told to "maybe dial it back" backstage later on

ESPECIALLY when telling me to be quiet. getting in my face and going "shhh shhhhh" will only make me louder I fear