A guy I don’t know very well handed me his yearbook and asked me if I wanted to sign it.
I said yes, and shortly after he added, “Just don’t write anything gay.”
I wrote this:
Fuck my actual butthole. You are a boy and so am I. We are going to have sex that is gay. Pound my rock hard cock and bite me.
Love,
Drew
did you write it in sharpie marker is the real question
(via orgasmic-humor)
i sometimes don’t understand how i can look at him in the eye and say nothing. SOMETIMES? christ i can’tbelieve i even said that. its all the time baby and its eating me fucking alive. i hear you say so many things i shouldn’t be allowed to hear. you love me so much and all i can do is lye there. blaring in my head i want to break up, I’m not happy, why am i here, what am i doing. what am i doing…. i am horrible. am i horrible? and yet i can be pulled back to the surface, see the sun that waits and i am so warmed by your love. but the tides will always stay true to the ocean and as the drift wood lulls in the constant movement, so will i.. but. am i a prisoner to my cold water? or is this by choice? i know i can see through, see you. the beautiful blue sky, the sun, the moon and the clouds you are my everything and once again i am pulled. i fucking love you mike.
