✧ bad weather ✧

they can't stop you from thinking about gay sex on company time

It’s actually crazy how bad feeling bad feels

too perverted for the normies not perverted enough for the real perverts how am i supposed to make it in this crazy world

"riding my biggest dildo imagining it's you" ok i ah. hm. i don't quite know how to say this but. perhaps instead consider a thimble

Remembering things fondly is all fun and games until. The missing

the thing is i'm really good at coping with just about anything, except for death of my loved ones. and that's a terrible thing to be atrocious at coping with because there's quite a few people who will die before me and a few more who will probably do so despite what chance has to say about it, and it's not useful dreading those days in advance, and yeah yeah it's also a very normal thing to struggle with, yada yada yada. but i also just do know the day my dad dies will completely level me so like, we're just setting realistic expectations here. but also if things could simply stop being finite I'd live a much more peaceful life like holy shit man, been there done that and it was quite enough for me the times it's happened so far, thanks

every time a young gay person quits smoking or makes the decision that they want to quit, the sun shines on us all with the promise of happiness and beauty.