really tho straight guys will go on and on about how uncomfortable it makes them when gay guys hit on them but lets be fucking honest how many times have u seen a guy continue to hit on another guy after hes visibly uncomfortable vs. how many times a straight guy has continued to hit on a girl after shes visibly uncomfortable
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If love has no boundaries, then why do I feel like I am bound to you?
That every cut you take, I’ll break. Every frown you make, I’ll ache
For you… to smile
That’s all I ever want
For you to be happy
Even if it means an ever after me
And a dissolution of the word ‘we’
Because I want. I crave you.
My heart - it breaks for you
My lips - they waited for you
So my legs will move on,
This is the last place I know I can post and not have to worry about the bullshit of a personal brand, at least for now.
Now that I am old enough to legally hold my own alcohol, it’s dawned on me that I should focus on bearing the responsibility of carrying myself. The question, that goes unanswered, is how I should go about doing that.
Sometimes I feel like I’m being authentic and then I doubt myself. Is my latest outlandish behavior really who I am or who I think people would like to hang around? I should be specific. My latest behavior has included talking about my nightlife style as if I’m this drunk ass dude that doesn’t give a shit. Or what about acting like an arrogant asshole.
I’ve been doing this because my mindset is that there’s always going to be someone else out there that is more talented, successful, experienced, and better-looking than I am. So I might as well exercise the fact that I am also talented, unique, cool, and mildly hilarious because otherwise, people would look right past me and not care about me.
It’s funny. I picked the username boywhofell when I was seventeen and foolishly in what I thought was love. I’m over all that now, yet the name still rings true.
I am in an eternal fall from grace.
So is this blog about me getting back up? Or will I only retreat back to here the next time I fall?
Good thing I have good cheekbones.