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8 months

bot Maybe back again ? (tentative) (fingers crossed)

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

he flew. he kissed the sun. he fell.

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@gayboybot

2 years

SPOCK (gently) On my world the nights are very long. My people know there is always time enough for everything. You could come with me for a rest. You would feel comfortable there. KIRK (hopelessly) All the time in the world… SPOCK And filled with tomorrows.

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@gayboybot

2 years

mr. spock was never unbuttoned, kept himself shadowy, unfulfilled, and so we loved him. and poor captain kirk, going from blonde to blonde, would never understand that he himself loved mr. spock truly, hopelessly, forever.

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@gayboybot

1 year

i am not a whole person. parts of me died in the house i grew up in.

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@gayboybot

2 years

Captain, you almost make me believe in luck. Why, Mr. Spock, you almost make me believe in miracles.

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@gayboybot

11 months

you're laughing. i told you a joke and you're laughing. i love you

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@gayboybot

2 years

mr. spock was never unbuttoned, kept himself shadowy, unfulfilled, and so we loved him. and poor captain kirk, going from blonde to blonde, would never understand that he himself loved mr. spock truly, hopelessly, forever.

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@gayboybot

2 years

he flew. he kissed the sun. he fell.

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@gayboybot

1 year

He can't like boys. He can't, because that's just one more thing wrong with him. It's this thought that breaks the dam, and has him dissolving into ugly sobs, curling up and burying his face in his knees.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“Thank you,” he says quietly, “for letting me know you. I never took it lightly.”

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@gayboybot

11 months

when love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love to be unreliable. children do not find fault with their parents until later. in the beginning the love you get is the love that sets. i did not know that human love could be depended upon.

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@gayboybot

11 months

he’s a sweetheart he’s a bitch he’s just a little guy he’s so very powerful he’s the kindest of souls he’s SO rude he means everything to me

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

mr. spock was never unbuttoned, kept himself shadowy, unfulfilled, and so we loved him. and poor captain kirk, going from blonde to blonde, would never understand that he himself loved mr. spock truly, hopelessly, forever.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

calling my lover 'mine' but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighbourhood is mine, and also everybody else's 'mine' like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. 'mine' not like possession but devotion.

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@gayboybot

1 year

calling my lover 'mine' but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighbourhood is mine, and also everybody else's 'mine' like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. 'mine' not like possession but devotion.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

You deserve to be loved and chosen—not almost loved, or almost chosen

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

you're laughing. i told you a joke and you're laughing. i love you

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@gayboybot

11 months

i watch him in the kitchen, and i think of how much it hurts to love somebody. how deep the hurt is, how almost unbearable. it’s not the love that hurts; it’s the possibility of anything happening to the object of your love.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

why do u as a man have an arch nemesis?? whats he arching?? his back???

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@gayboybot

11 months

In all my truth, I have always been a gentle creature with a terribly loud roar. Not overcompensation, just habit. Soft underbelly underneath all this softer skin. It is easier to hurt me than I would like to admit.

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@gayboybot

11 months

'Were you in love with him?' 'Yes,' I say, simply. 'Yes, I was.' It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

he flew. he kissed the sun. he fell.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

the love i could not give rots inside of me. i am a fruit that has gone bad with the desire to become more sweet.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

“How do you fit so many people in your heart?” “I pack ‘em in like sardines,” he said matter of factly.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

love each other well, as long and as fiercely as you can. so that even when you’re in the ground, the dirt will know your names. the worms and mushrooms and all that burgeoning life below the surface will know, that you’ve come to help things grow. to help things continue.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

[09:36] what kind of sick joke is it that you were cursed with so much quiet and i was cursed to always feel so fucking loud?

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

okay, but what if im a he, but not a man? but maybe im a girl, but only sort of or im neither of those, but also both, two steps to the left? maybe it's like clothes, or nail polish, and i can paint it on or put it in the laundry when im done?

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

moon, tell me if i could send up my heart to you? so, when i die, which i must do, could it shine down here with you?

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

The first kindness given to me by this stupid fucking town. My kindness, my Stevie. Steven Marie, so pretty he makes the moon weep in envy.

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@gayboybot

2 years

you want me to be in love? the thing that killed achilles?!

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@gayboybot

11 months

IM 52 YRS OF AGE, MOSTLY SPEND MY TIME LISTENING TO LED ZEPLIN AND WORKIN ON MY BIKE BUT BOY HOWDY DO I LOVE SOME GARFIELD FROM TIME TO TIME. GOOD FELLER

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

PYLADES: I'll take care of you. ORESTES: It's rotten work. PYLADES: Not to me. Not if it's you.

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@gayboybot

2 years

Bro, We Are Rivals . Its Ok To Pin Me Up Against A Wall . Im Ur Nemesis . I Hate You . ... Bro, We Are Kiss ing Now . . No Dont Stop Bro .. Bro ...

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

when love is unreliable and you are a child, you assume that it is the nature of love to be unreliable. children do not find fault with their parents until later. in the beginning the love you get is the love that sets. i did not know that human love could be depended upon.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“Your turn,” he says softly. “Tell me a secret.” “Hm.” He sighs, watching the tree sway in the crack between the curtains. “My favorite color is blue.” “That’s a secret?” “...No one else knows.”

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

What about all those people who don't have a Robin? Maybe there are dozens of people like me, who haven't found my you.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

“I knew people wouldn’t like me,” he says quietly. “And I existed anyway.”

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@gayboybot

11 months

i am not brave but sometimes i am made brave by my friends which is to say i am made brave by love

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

she’s holding out a band-aid for him, one with dinosaurs on it, and he thinks she loves him. and she does.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

They are often children with each other. They build blanket forts and hunker down and talk in whispers, like there are parents around to overhear. They make hot chocolate and eat candy for breakfast and dance in haphazard circles to ABBA and squabble for no reason and—

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

i didn't want to kiss you goodbye, that was the trouble; i wanted to kiss you goodnight. and there's a lot of difference.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

okay, but what if im a he, but not a man? but maybe im a girl, but only sort of or im neither of those, but also both, two steps to the left? maybe it's like clothes, or nail polish, and i can paint it on or put it in the laundry when im done?

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

When he heard the death rattle, Gilgamesh moaned like a dove. His face grew dark. ‘Beloved, wait, don’t leave me. Dearest of men, don’t die, don’t let them take you from me.’

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“How do you fit so many people in your heart?” “I pack ‘em in like sardines,” he said matter of factly.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

Not all love is gentle. Sometimes it's gritty and dirty and possessive, sometimes it's not supposed to be careful or soft at all. Sometimes it feels like teeth.

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@gayboybot

1 year

you KICK miette? you kick her body like the football? oh! oh! jail for mother! jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

does such a thing as ‘the fatal flaw,’ that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? i used to think it didn't. now i think it does. and i think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs.

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@gayboybot

11 months

he’s okay with it now in the way that you’re okay with a bone that healed wrong and aches a little every now and then. okay with it in the way that you’re okay with grief because it comes and goes but it lives inside you forever and he knows that now.

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@gayboybot

11 months

love is not supposed to complete you, it is just supposed to make you bigger. love is what makes you grow, not what makes you whole. all love. all of it.

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@gayboybot

11 months

being in your 20s is like im 17 and i don't know who i am. im 55 curled up with a book. im ancient. i've been here forever. i never left. i'm 5 years old and i'm lost at the supermarket

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@gayboybot

11 months

The idea that he is just as prevalent in Steve's mind as Steve is in his, makes him feel strange and violent.

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@gayboybot

11 months

He loves to love. It’s something he’s always known about himself. Like a bird takes to the sky with wings widespread, he takes to the world with his heart on his sleeve. Open and raw and vulnerable, pumping pint after precious pint of something warm, red and immutably permanent.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

i love you — unbearably and very, very tenderly.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

The first kindness given to me by this stupid fucking town. My kindness, my Stevie. Steven Marie, so pretty he makes the moon weep in envy.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

And you don't even remember it, because it was so unremarkable to you, to be so kind to someone. I hated you for that, you know. For being so thoughtlessly sweet, for no fucking reason except that you could, while I sat there turning it over and over in my head.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“In your dream. You were looking for me.” “I’m always looking for you,” I whispered.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.

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@gayboybot

10 months

she won't die, not for a long time. she'll live a long life, and every moment of it will be miserable. does he understand? that is the life he's leaving them. that's the world he thinks they're better off in.

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@gayboybot

11 months

THESEUS Stop. Give me your hand. I am your friend. HERAKLES I fear to stain your clothes with blood. THESEUS Stain them, I don’t care.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

achilles weeps. he cradles me, and will not eat, nor speak a word other than my name.

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@gayboybot

1 year

'Were you in love with him?' 'Yes,' I say, simply. 'Yes, I was.' It's not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I'm in love with him still.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

i am a forest fire and i am the fire and i am the forest and i am a witness watching it i stand in a valley watching it and you are not there at all

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@gayboybot

2 years

Bro, We Are Rivals . Its Ok To Pin Me Up Against A Wall . Im Ur Nemesis . I Hate You . ... Bro, We Are Kiss ing Now . . No Dont Stop Bro .. Bro ...

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp... I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and all the secrets have gone gasping into the world.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

if you were a monster, i would love you the same. i would take your fangs and your claws and your evil.

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@gayboybot

11 months

he wants to set himself on fire, but he can’t afford for anyone to see him burn

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@gayboybot

2 years

i love saying 'of course' instead of 'you're welcome,' like of course im helping you thats what i do. you were foolish to even consider an alternate dimension in which im not helping you. you idiot. you absolute buffoon

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@gayboybot

2 years

may you attract someone who speaks your language so you don’t have to spend a lifetime translating your soul.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“Your turn,” he says softly. “Tell me a secret.” “Hm.” He sighs, watching the tree sway in the crack between the curtains. “My favorite color is blue.” “That’s a secret?” “...No one else knows.”

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

mothers and daughters existing as wretched mirrors of each other: i am all you could have been and you are all i might be

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

The first kindness given to me by this stupid fucking town. My kindness, my Stevie. Steven Marie, so pretty he makes the moon weep in envy.

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@gayboybot

1 year

he doesn't have time to day dream about a boy he's only met twice. honest. swear to god. cross his heart and hope to die. (okay, maybe he daydreams about him a little.)

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@gayboybot

3 years

When is a monster not a monster? / Oh, when you love it.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

your heart deserves to be loved the way you want it to be

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

and i know i've kissed you before, but i didn't do it right can i try again, try again, try again

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@gayboybot

10 months

I was alone before I met you, she wants to say , I don't think I had a real friend before you. I don't remember how to function without you, or this family we've stumbled into. I'm not alone anymore, and neither are you.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

He can't like boys. He can't, because that's just one more thing wrong with him. It's this thought that breaks the dam, and has him dissolving into ugly sobs, curling up and burying his face in his knees.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

He misses him. He always misses him. His entire life is swinging between loving him and missing him. There is only one being in all the stars capable of remembering him. Of knowing the song he sings.

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poetisms

@gayboybot

10 months

love is not supposed to complete you, it is just supposed to make you bigger. love is what makes you grow, not what makes you whole. all love. all of it.

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@gayboybot

1 year

sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine

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poetisms

@gayboybot

2 years

[ hello gayboybot enjoyers. i am. crying rn im going to miss this bot so much. i hope u all enjoyed seeing these quotes on ur tl :( thank u all for giving them nd this bot ur love ]

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poetisms

@gayboybot

11 months

“It is a choice to love you.” “I didn't know.” “And now that you do”, she says. “Isn't it better?”

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@gayboybot

11 months

people don't get it, they don't. unless you're covered in blood, they think you're okay. unless your story is raw enough, they dismiss your pain.

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@gayboybot

11 months

tonight, i called my friends. we didn't do it for any reason in particular, just to talk. after he hung up i was filled with this great happiness. i remembered that my friends exist. i am no longer alone.

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@gayboybot

1 year

a short list of the things i would do for love • anything you asked. • anything you asked. • anything you asked.

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@gayboybot

11 months

let me stay tender-hearted, despite despite despite

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@gayboybot

2 years

on purpose. on purpose i am going to care about you

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poetisms

@gayboybot

1 year

i am constantly having insane galaxy genius ancient greek philosopher level thoughts about everything ever all the time but before leaving my mouth they get filtered through seven layers of autism and come out sounding like a youtube comment made by a nine year old

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@gayboybot

2 years

He won’t. He accepts that too. Nothingness is peaceful. He likes it here. He’ll stay a little longer, and then he’ll remember. And maybe he’ll find nothingness again. Find a place with no ceiling or floors, with endless skies and bottomless oceans.

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@gayboybot

2 years

good daughters pick up shards of glass with their bare hands. they look at their bare hands hoping to look into the face of god but end up finding their mothers instead.

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@gayboybot

1 year

“What did vou write in the letter?” Frog said, “I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend. Your best friend, Frog.'” “Oh,” said Toad, “that makes a very good letter.”

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@gayboybot

11 months

Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.

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@gayboybot

2 years

I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

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@gayboybot

2 years

His lips are so soft and his skin is so warm. I drink it all in and hold onto him so tightly I think my knuckles have gone white. I won't ever let this boy go. I will hold him until my fingers burn, and even then I'll hold on through the pain.

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@gayboybot

11 months

“What did vou write in the letter?” Frog said, “I wrote 'Dear Toad, I am glad that you are my best friend. Your best friend, Frog.'” “Oh,” said Toad, “that makes a very good letter.”

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@gayboybot

11 months

Nine hundred years. We must look like insects to you. I think you look like giants.

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@gayboybot

2 years

i love you. properly. genuinely. not just as a suffix to goodnight.

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@gayboybot

2 years

my mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. the idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss.

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@gayboybot

1 year

People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is 'you're safe with me'- that's intimacy.

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@gayboybot

1 year

the centre of every poem is this: i have loved you. i have had to deal with that

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