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i'm mr. loverman & i miss my lover, man.

meow meow meow

Try not to miss me too hard

&&. will I have to say a slur

.. yeah. guess yer right.

that's why yoba created booze.

put your hand in mine. you know that i want to be with you all the time.

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the creaking of the door, rusty on its hinges and barely hanging on, joins the wind and rustling of the leaves as it's swung open. a freshly shaved alexei stands in the doorway, wearing a ridiculously frilly apron that was a bit too small on him, decorated in peeling iron-on patches of dinosaurs

ain't you a peach. seven work for you?

&&. do I get to replies while I wait for my teacher to reply to my email.. hm...

i'm mr. loverman & i miss my lover, man.

Right beside you I stand

&&. just put up fairy lights & he doesnt know how to react

everything is scary. everything is my fault.

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝖞ou⠀ 𝖐now ⠀the ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀galaxies⠀ of ⠀my ⠀𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

chud son or thot daughter

... and then i met him.

⠀ 𝖜hat makes this fragile world go round? 𝖜ere you ever lost? 𝖜as she ever found? ⠀

&&. screams and cries and throws up

&&. I have a cat now btw

so , please , won't you tear me open wide?

the sun in his smile.

"if ya keep tellin' yerself that, someday you'll believe it." a self-satisfied smirk worms it's way onto his face, wiped away with a soft grunt as the fruit hit his chest — more surprise than pain. he leans down to pick up the orange, tossing it in the air before holding it flat in his palm.

calloused hands shift to rest on the shorter's waist, grasp firm, warm, and gentle. "in yer dreams, sweetheart." his grasp grows stronger as he carefully lifts william, allowing him to reach the fruit he was after. thank yoba for all that farmwork...

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&&. I havent written in so long I think I've forgotten how

smile twitching at the corners of his lips, leaning against the tree will was trying to climb, arms crossed. "looks like yer in need of some help."

had a big harvest last week. crops are startin' to go bad. now, i ain't the best chef in the world, but i reckon i know a thing or two about cookin'. you hungry?

you are killing me， and you are keeping me from dying. that is love.

&&. will struggling to reach the fruit 😭😭

sticking the peel in his pocket — he'll have to remember to toss it into the compost later.

&&. I wanna redo my pinned again

i will patiently wait for your love, like the rainbow behind the clouds, waiting endless without minding time.

mm. too busy to stop by tha' ranch? ( unbothered. moisturized. in his lane. )

peeling an orange.

I can't be the only one who hears you

no big deal. i'll just go tell juliet an' crush her feelin's. anyway, what're you doin' tonight?

juliet keeps askin' me ta take her ta this "rage room" thing. keeps sayin' she thinks it'll be good for me. you wanna tag along?

— @oilslicked.bsky.social

Get close to you somehow

dubai chocolate match latte gold 24 karat labubu skibidi toilet Hyatt rizzler SIX SEVEN SIX SEVEN

Back when I was just a boy (Hey)

&&. him sleeping on the couch because he doesnt want to disturb the last place clementine rested mmfjjgjgjh

Trapped, like a victim of an internal display