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Love me like a boy
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
I WANNA BE SOMEONES BOYFRIEND I WANT A BOYFRIEND I WANNA BE IN AN MLM RELATIONSHIP I WANNA BE GAY I WANT SOMEONE TO SAY IM THEIR BOYFRIEND I WANT TO SAY I HAVE A BOYFRIEND 💔💔💔
I'm so sleepy, and no one here beside me to sleep with :<
Wow, imagine being able to pray to someone, spending all your time on someone as if that person were the only one who existed and a guide for you, as if they were a muse or actually a God... You become so interested that it becomes mutual, bordering on obsession, since you only seem to have each other when you meet... Reaching the climax of the relationship where that person gives you the privilege of letting you eat their flesh and drink their blood... I wish I could give my all to one person, to the point where they would literally let me eat them...
I have a lot of love inside me to give to people
DMs open for anyone who wants to talk to me about anything, no matter how weird and disturbing it may be. I'm a good listener ^^
I wish someone would play with my face and squish it with their hand or fingers, and pet it like I was a dog, pls
I wish someone would hug me and want to spend the days with me in a special way.
Oh so I'm GAY gay. Okay didn't get that update til just now.
Guys.. I want to have a SIMP. I don’t want to be the simp but I want A SIMP. I want someone to worship me on their knees, someone who’d let me step on them and would still love me. Maybe that’s the narcissistic behaviors talking but god, I want someone like that so bad.
The door door to door salesman and the door knob door to door salesman ahould be required to have an oiled up testicular torsion-off to the death in my living room in order to fairly decide who gets to install the door into the frame (they keep the hinges and screws behind their little ears)
Markiplier in the reverse bear trap
i haven't seen you the past couple days, i know our interactions are always brief--only lasting as long as the class we share at most--but i've missed you the past three days. i can't wait to make you blush tomorrow when i teasingly ask if you missed me. i know you must think i don't like you anymore because i've been quieter and such. i do still like you, and i hope you like me too.
to the boy who sits next to me in seventh period algebra, the one with fluffy light brown hair, the one who throws paper airplanes at me when the teacher isn’t looking, the one who drew an a-plus on my page when the teacher didn’t stamp mine, the one who told me his birthday but miscalculated how many days away it was, and the one who doesn’t remember me from middle school but makes an effort to greet me every day of my senior year:
i want to tell you how cute i think you are and i wish i could give you a kiss on the cheek after class each day and i want to give you the pink starburst and i hope your birthday was as joyful as you make me. and when i ask you to the football game next friday, i hope you’ll say yes. even though i am a boy, and even though i am trans, i hope the smiles and stares you sneak at me are truthful.