My Library

no yeah it’s totally casual

we fuck at midnite- yk when her ghost can finally escape the realm of purgatory- and then she leaves before the sun rises to serve out the rest of her uncertain afterlife

(´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

"I wish we could have met another way" "This is the only way we could have met" are such raw lines that go so fucking hard you'd think they're from some heartbreaking forbidden romance drama but no, it's Death Note (2015)

sasunaru to me is what the perspiration on the fishermen’s hand is to the dying trout

sweet succulent life sustaining liquid gold u r

idc if ur too unique niche freak to appreciate the yin and yang populating the mainstream ships i rlly couldn’t give a fuck if u pounded one right into my g-spot

they didn’t run so insert homoerotic rivalry can walk here- no

they leisurely strolled down a dirt path barren of greenery, and from their mere presence flowers of shining beauty and grace thence forth sprouted from the infertile earth, and life was once again colorful with impossible life

they yearned so hard that a sexual relationship can only begin to scratch the intimacy these two crave from one another

they hump and fuck like rabid dogs bc there is no other way to be closer and they’ve tried to crack each other open violently too frequently and fruitlessly to blindly let it be their solution again

there is no absolving the space between their freakish hearts- all big and pumping and so full of love and hurt they sometimes don’t know the difference

soulmates twin flames heart parallels-

all the labels and words and terms are never enough bc they aren’t woven tg thread of skin to thread of goddamn skin and they can’t fucking cope with the reality that that isn’t an option

so watch it u porn addled fiends, bc if the anal is anything less than deeply sentimental and overwhelming and wound melding and soul crushing and peace reaching, you’re writing them wrong

they need no less then to eat each other alive, but they settle for rushed blowjobs and cockwarming occasionalities

they need no less then to reach a hand into the others chest and feel their own heart beating alive in their palm, but they settle for sucking hickeys into the pulsing sound beckoning through their throat

they need no less then to kill each other, but would fall into such ironic tragedy in the aftermath of voids and oblivion and piercing numbness that’ll colors their finger tips purple while burning their eyes crimson from cold, eternal oceans of unshed salt, so they settle for loving each other

they don’t blend or dance or toe the line of obsession and hatred and love and humanity and feeling

They Are That Line

and I’ll be damned if the general consensus between the two remains the misconception of cheap and easy Enemies-To-LoversTM

fuck u

treat my yaoi with the reverent touch u would bow to a shrine to and the ears opened eye widened awe you reserve for humanities greatest living legends, and then up the dosage of pure admiration by a hundred and ten fucking percent

in the insufferable high school au i replace tadashi yamaguchi because all he does is leech off kei's snark. i elevate it. we are the real shit talkers

UR NOT 7 FT TALL

hiel buddy quiz. are u my buddy

whenever i get high i sketch my imaginary boyfriends and i think this is beautiufl. L my love

Nagito Komaeda x Light Yagami

…. hello inverted L !!!!

This is so curious who comes up with ts (me)

I WONT. I BANISH THE THOUGHT.

why tf did i date a guy that was weaker than me can yall never let me date a twink again eugh