god's bravest little loverboy

we have to outrun the horrors (man made) and the terrors (organic). Quickly, a poem. A poem!

guy currently hurtling toward a migraine at a rate that would impress most astrophysicists: i wonder wgat is happening in my beautiful telephone

a small thing i learned from my sister dying is that i really would rather the people i love be a burden than be whatever the hell else they'd be if they weren't. yes even if it's messy and not always fair and hard completely inconvenient for everyone involved. even if it's weird. even if i'm rolling my eyes a bit inside sometimes. i just want you to bother me. please always bother me

like "it's rotten work" "not to me not if it's you" actually sometimes it's still rotten work. even if it's you. and i'd still do it a million times over

i want Things. i'm sorry marx

what do you mean my disability disables my abilities? what the fuck

my stupid fucking head just loves to ache

May I please have 1 everything