Noosemadeoutofroses - V

Let me pour my soul into yours and water all the dead parts of you

i crave meaningful and honest conversations with people but now everyone’s so fucking dry. i can get someone not wanting to open up and i respect that, you don’t have to. but it genuinely does matter to me when people talk to me about literally anything, even if i just have to listen and nothing more, it means the world to me. talk to me about your day, or your hyper fixations, or your passions, your thoughts, feelings, anything.

I love the energy 🥹

I want to help her, not because I think she’s incapable, but because she deserves to be taken care of.

Yeah you’re perfectly capable of opening a door by yourself, but isn’t it just nice if I hold it open for you instead? I know you’re strong enough to carry your own bags, but let me lighten the load anyway. You can cook a nice meal, but what if you just relax on the couch, and let me make it for you? You might not really need a hug in this moment, but I can give you one anyway, because hugs aren’t just for when you feel bad. I’m well aware that you’re capable of doing simple tasks, like making your bed, or folding your laundry. I’d just like to do it for you anyway.

I just want to take care of her in the simplest of ways, taking care of the little things.

situationship this situationship that i need my girl pathetically obsessed with me and blowing up my phone

thank you chappell

saying “come over” to someone who lives 9657 miles away

the voices are getting to me (ovulation)

The Drunk lives in a mysterious, detached reality with a deep desire for connection. This drunk, an alcoholic writer who is working on the next best seller finds the work unfulfilling, dreaming of days past where the pen moved through fire like it once has. The story lies in a reflection of that past life where deeply disturbed nightmares also reside which has resulted in the current self-isolated, faceless existence of the present.

The Gambler dreams of playing at the largest casino tables but is impulsive as he is clever and calculating. Living in the same house together, he bonds with The Drunk over talks of addiction and would prefer nothing more than to be constantly worked and rung out like a soaked sponge to remove himself from all temptation and regret.

The Lover is on the hunt for his darling and is as bold, hot-headed, and fiery as they come. He, who works at the same factory as The Drunk, talks of women and art and is quick to wave off all that is false and inauthentic about people, a true cynic repulsed by all things unattractive including his former life of degeneracy.

Overall, It's about that one day you realize you have been lying to yourself for 20 years and the great unraveling that follows, a conversation about writing, art, and self-acceptance. The soulful story of three degenerates begins here.

(It's in stores, but just message me or ask for a free pdf copy in the comments below. Reviews are the best way to support trans indie authors.)

concept: a pretty girl sits on my lap and we kiss and kiss and kiss