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Love me, love me like a boy
Not like a girl, but like a boy
Please love me as what I am
Not what I look like
In need to fuck someone rn, especially another tboy, but i’m too shy to even approach anyone irl… would need a good sexting i bet x
Need another tboy to kiss me like Ivan kissed Till
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One day i’ll get top surgery and then i’ll get a pretty goth moth tattoo under my chest
I’m just obsessed with the idea
Like ARGHHGHHSDHFJJ
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Just stargazing with your homie whom you took to see the entire world and every sea in it no unresolved romantic tension involved of course
I enjoy how everyone on here is like “I want a boyfriend” or “I need a boyfriend” but when people Dm them, it’s like.. okay you’re friendzone. Annnnnd you’re friendzone. Oh and you too.
(I’m everyone. Also so Are people on the mlm tag)
no one gets it...and even if they did, the universe is keen on not making our paths cross. I wish to meet him, the him as crazy and angry and sad as me, he understands phone lines don't help with depression, he'll see people talk about SH and think he deserves it but he'll never do it since he's too scared, he bed rots all day, his bed has become his casket, his only sense of enjoyment is the media he consumes, he has soulless dead eyes and a nose comparable to gods, his eyes are auburn and hair dark curly but what is the point of being beautiful if people use that against you too? what is the point of being ugly if people use that against you too? he tries manifestation, witchcraft, subliminals, anything— to stop the voices in his head saying "this is all meaningless." because no one wants to hear that, no one wants to share pain, only joy. "who will share my pain with me?" he wonders. he is me. he is everything i am and everything I'm not. and I want to cling to his skin, not just mine. and I want to feel him inside me, not just my fingers. and I want to look into his eyes, not just from my mirror. Voglio vivere e morire con lui.....but he's just, not, there.