#boywithed

To the sweetest, nicest, most accepting random stranger, flaming butthole I know: thank you. Thank you for existing. Thank you for being alive. Thank you for listening to me babble and actually listening. Thank you so much.

It's been one long year with me and yet we still talk. Strange, isn't it? Like why the fuck are we still putting up with each other after a year? We have so many years in between us you could be the first child and I could be the last of four. You're like an older brother to me, which is strange, because the only family I have is absolute shit. Except you and Ana, somehow.

I'm sure some of my followers (especially probably Ana and some other people in real life that shouldn't even have my Tumblr but do) are like "what the actual fuck? Who is this Anthony kid?" He's the person who listens to me complain and complain and COMPLAIN for hours on end and still sits to listen. Happily still, I think. He's the person who literally LIGHTS UP MY WHOLE DAY when I see a message from him (I get no other messages in my inbox, so I assume they're all from him). He is an absolutely fantastic human being who lives thousands of miles away but I feel like he lives right upstairs.

He's basically an older brother to me at this point. His advice topics range so ridiculously far it's insane. I mean hey, random strange people on the internet have to have fantastic advice. I... usually listen. Nah, I always listen! Sometimes I talk about you, Anthony, to people and they're all like "Who is this Anthony kid?"

Well, pfft. I guess now they know.