closed world, open wounds

“even fate picks its favorites” is such a raw fucking line so it’s no surprise that it comes from the cinematic masterpiece Megamind (2010)

The skeletons in my closet have all unionized against me

yearning at a level that's classified as cruel and unusual punishment

i love when i am drinking water and some of it spills on my shirt and i dont really react.. i dont give a fuck anymore to be real with U

sick to my core with longing and desire

my favorite romance trope is like. you dont want to hurt me but i am asking you to hurt me. i need you to stab me. i need you to carve this out of me. i need you to cut something off of me. this will hurt both of us in incredible ways. yours are the only hands i trust enough to weild this knife. you do not want to hurt me. i am asking you to hurt me.

WHAT THE FUCK IT’S CHRISTMAS EVE WHY DID SOMEONE REBLOG THIS

I think it's important that people play card and board games with each other

my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”

"Oh but without sex or romance the characters are just boring" without even getting into the array of existing wonders outside of interpersonal relationships, the modes of affection I have seen real aspecs invent for eachother would humble you.

was talking to my gf about my fear of dying young for being trans and my mom putting my deadname on my gravestone, and she said "i hope that never happens, but if it does, i will carve your name into your grave myself if i have to." and i think theres something extremely raw about that sentiment and trans community in general. you can kill only our bodies, but you cant kill transsexuality

im sorry your tummy hurts. you're a good mutual. there will be poems