Paiton placed a box of donuts on the counter, setting them up one by one on the serving platter, humming quietly to herself. She could hear the bell ring over the door. The person walked into the bakery and she looked up to greet them with a smiled. “Hey hon, what can I get ya?” She said, before even really realizing who she was talking to.

      max frowned lightly, looking at the menu of the bakery, holding onto his coat tightly, trying to escape the cold from the outside. “ hi uh... you’ve got any recommendations? i was supposed to bake a bunch of goods for my work’s christmas dinner and well... i didn’t so, i got to buy a bunch of stuff from you now, i’m afraid. “

“I don’t understand why everyone seems so surprised when I say that I don’t like this time of year.” He rambled on. “Seasonal depression, an implicit pressure to spend time and money for people you may not like…plus it just sucks after you’re 13.” Collin shook his head. “Call me Scrooge I guess…I’m not a fan of this time of year.” 

Boys need to learn that they can go from papi to pendejo real quick, and all of that just confirms that sexuality is not a choice because I still somehow like men even when they’re acting like bobo the fool most of the time.

       “ i mean, it’s 2018, soon to be 2019, we can be both “ max smirked before shaking his head lightly. “ somos pendejos el 95% del tiempo, the worst part? society accepts that, it’s not right. if sexuality was a choice, men would be incredibly lonely because who wants to deal with all that crap? which is funny, most of the people who say it is a choice are straight man. it’s all very dumb. “

      “ oh, 100% agree with you there. also, incredibly inhumane. if having a big dog as a pet sometimes it’s inhumane because it doesn’t have the proper space to run around and be happy, imagine a wild feline that grows your size. and people keep wondering why so many pet tigers attack their owners and blame the animals. that’s on you for having a pet that isn’t supposed to be a pet “ max frowned lightly, tilting his head to the side slightly. “ though, when i was little one time i begged my mom to get me this tiger cub they were selling on a pet store in the middle of a mall. in my defence i was like five, but yeah... who sells a tiger cub in the middle of the MALL? that’s messed up. he was very cute, i got a picture with him... again, i was only five, i didn’t know what i was doing. “

Not dating, just benefits Wandering hands, lost feelings Hold me tighter, not close enough anymore Neck kisses, masked passion Breathing faster, less talking Vulnerability, no eye contact Just some fun, cut all my strings

I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.