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speaking of this he said he might buy me something related to my special interest . . . like a thing that's usually expensive and hard to come by and hjgndksjak

I literally cannot stop thinking about grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him in for a kiss

i want him so bad i dont care if hes straight

i literally need him rn like oh my god let me under that desk i swear i’m good

i wonder if he thinks about me even a fraction of as much as i think about him

What kills me most is not knowing him. I have a very clear idea of him in my head, and I know little things about him. I know he limits himself to only one cup of coffee a day, I know that pretzels are his favorite snack, I know that he liked the stone roses in college, I know he was a poet before he was a teacher, I know that he wanted to be a cowboy when he was a little boy. But I don’t know him. I don’t know what he’s thinking. I don’t know what he’s doing. He operates in this secret other realm of which I have no access. He is an impenetrable steel wall that I will never get through. I want to know him. I want to see all of his ugly. I want to know him when he is honest and true. I want to know him when he’s angry and seething. I want to know him when he is sleeping. I want to know him when he chooses what to wear each morning. I want to know him during a dinner with his family. I want to know the parts of him no one else has seen before. I want to know him.

being spoken to in a gentle parenting manner makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside 🤤