september 8th, 1973. it was 11:07 here. it would have been 9:07 in san francisco. armand called me. were you there? yeah. did you hurt yourself? i was lost. i was in a dark way. yeah. i was thinking about... i can't...i can't get her out of my mind. you have the same problem? yeah. i can't, louis. i can't. hey, hey, hey, it's not on you, you hear me? i carried her home. i made you turn her. and saved her from the fire, so a half century later she could...she looked at me, at the end...like a child...looking to her...father. but i was never-

i say yay outloud too like this isn't just my internet persona this is real me

“must everything be homoerotic” no. but many things are, you will find

and if not, rest assured. I will find a way

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just found out you can do more than one thing each day. i was just doing the one

also im sorry that youve never had an emotionally intense friendship that confused other people including you and the other person. its really thrilling. hope you can experience it some day

If you had to sing a child to sleep RIGHT NOW what would you sing and it CANT BE a lullaby it has to be a regular song

Hey, Im the train. I decided it would be fun to stop moving for an undisclosed amount of time just before we arrive at the station. My idea..

you ever see a picture of two guys and the only thing you can think is oh definitely one drunken handjob in 2006

can yearning make you sick

can desire kill you