Fuck almighty, you’re expansive of late. I can only imagine something has you excitable; said imagining doesn’t shape the “what” of it, but I can level a guess that it’s bigger than a breadbox and one inch shorter than myself.
What got me speaking to Rin? Dying will do it. No motivating factor to bite a bullet than knowing it won’t matter one way or another.
And they kissed me.
At 7:34, matter of coincidence.
Funny how determined to live I became when I realized it wasn’t an unrequited sentiment.
They steal the blankets, you know. They snore (but I already was quite aware of that.) They hide tomatoes for being liars. They require an eternal audience and praise to thrive in their happiness. There are teeth all over the flat, god knows where from.
They nag me, Nova.
What I mean here is that I’ve probably died. This is my heaven. They can have the blankets; I get to sleep in their bed. Fuck tomatoes, they’re all flavorless, genetically-altered monstrosities anyhow. I adore Rin’s dramatics and have more praise for them than I could ever speak. Teeth are easily procured.
I think the nagging is precious.
I’ll give them anything they want, do all they ask - because all I’ve ever wanted is to love them.
Forgive me this moment of crassness, but my god, they are energetic. With a perfect body, I‘ll note, which would be remarkable if they were aging at all, which they are not.
Related: the stitches come out at last on Tuesday. Popped the fucking things twice because - well, no fault of Rin’s.
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What got me speaking to Rin? Dying will do it. No motivating factor to bite a bullet than knowing it won’t matter one way or another.
And they kissed me.
At 7:34, matter of coincidence.
Funny how determined to live I became when I realized it wasn’t an unrequited sentiment.
They steal the blankets, you know. They snore (but I already was quite aware of that.) They hide tomatoes for being liars. They require an eternal audience and praise to thrive in their happiness. There are teeth all over the flat, god knows where from.
They nag me, Nova.
What I mean here is that I’ve probably died. This is my heaven. They can have the blankets; I get to sleep in their bed. Fuck tomatoes, they’re all flavorless, genetically-altered monstrosities anyhow. I adore Rin’s dramatics and have more praise for them than I could ever speak. Teeth are easily procured.
I think the nagging is precious.
I’ll give them anything they want, do all they ask - because all I’ve ever wanted is to love them.
Forgive me this moment of crassness, but my god, they are energetic. With a perfect body, I‘ll note, which would be remarkable if they were aging at all, which they are not.
Related: the stitches come out at last on Tuesday. Popped the fucking things twice because - well, no fault of Rin’s.
My own fault for not bracing properly.
You did ask.