Welcome to Gaydom, apparently I look like King Princess, 18, non-binary
Ig: jumpingtigger
10/10 would bang.
But also:
10/10 would care for you
10/10 would tuck you in
10/10 would cuddle
10/10 would make sure you get to sleep okay
10/10 would make you breakfast in the morning
me wearing a good outfit: it’s because I’m gay
me wearing a bad outfit: it’s because I’m gay
The rose has those thorns that make you almost want to give up from plucking the flower.
I wonder if I’ll love again.
I feel as if I have lost but she’s returned but I’ll never have her like that again.
And she doesn’t even want to be with me
So why should I believe in love?
Why should I even try?
I feel like being left alone and slowly rotting as I lose everything around me
I’ve never understood the “if I can’t have you” side of things till it got this intense and I no longer can see myself getting through those thorns to once again feel the water dripping off the petals against my cheek
She doesn’t want me, she’s going to get married while I sit here as the love of my life leads a life without me
I can’t move on when all I want is her..
It’s been three years and still I lay baron without her
When you cut the top off of a rose like a hydra it will grow again from the roots
And she’s been cut so many times
I just want to be the one to let her grow
I am the gardener who can’t tend to his rose bud
I just want her
I try to go on dates but I can’t I feel blocked
As a gardener I know which plants specifically that I wish to grow
And unfortunately adding another I know that I’ll never love it to my full capacity
There will be weeks where it’ll never get watered
Because I will only stare at that single rose bud that will never be mine
Those thorns have never been a problem even when I bleed so
I want to show that I can provide all that she needs to be happy and me by her side happy to she her growth
Chances never seem to come my way though
And as those chances never come to my soil that refuses to keep other seeds from growing
Here I am crying on my weeds that keep me from growing anything that is in my garden
So the question is asked…
Will I be able expand my resources and provide those other seeds to be grown?
If I touched you like that
Would you like it babe?
If I asked to go out
Would it be a date?
If I kissed you goodbye
Would we kiss again?
I like you like that
Do you feel the same?
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Boys like you like it when it’s goin’ down
I got you, and I ain’t tryna stop it now
Your body, I’m gettin’ it confused with love
My body, you’re never gonna get enough
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Shout out to the best tattoo artist ever and my best friend for giving me a great birthday.
@seanrakos (at Atomic Tattooᵀᴹ)
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Man oh man oh man, merry Chrysler
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I’ve spent too much time alone, the loneliness turns into comfort. I prefer to be alone in my own critical thoughts, but I fear that there’s so much I can’t fix. Out of reach, but my time spent alone speaks loudly as I cry.
You may wonder why I don’t post my face anymore but the truth will come when I’m ready. But I don’t know if I can tell the times of when that might be available, too much stands in my way.
#myownwords
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My silence speaks words that can’t yet reach your ears. To understand you would have to see the colors of my breath.
#my own words
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