Stay alive.

he’s beautiful as panetone shades muscles ache bones break heart will give and it hurts to live don’t you wish wish WISH OH GOD split your skin for him, inside out lay your head down he’s an altar sweat cum saliva lips wide gasp lick him where it’s filthy the shape of his name in your mouth two syllables your favourite sound & you cum fuck fuck fuck oh god consume him pull him open dripping like a peach so wet and you’re sick with desire, sick vomiting adoration all over yourself again just thinking about him boneyard bone shards in your throat he’s gone. he’s gone. oh.

Uh, no, you’re so wrong? Everybody knows that Jesus drove a Honda, but he didn’t like to talk about it?

it’s not your job to entertain him by sending him nudes

me when i see another homophobe going on and on about london spy and its ‘gay propaganda’