He's a 16 year old Edwardian ghost. He's gay. He's oblivious. He's in love with his best friend. He's got internalized homophobia. He's occasionally a woman. He's been dead for 70 years. He's never felt more alive. He is the kindest man you'll ever see. He is destined for hell. He has no rizz. Everyone wants him carnally. Edwin Payne really is THE most character of all time no one is doing it like him
Honestly wtf
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.
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people will really try to argue that love and death aren't fundamentally entangled as if they don't ring the same bells for weddings and funerals
wanted to submit this flash fiction thing to this magazine, was trying to figure out what to say in my bio so i looked at some on their website, realized that all these accepted submissions were written by people with MFAs and previous publications and shit, decided to not submit it
Switching between these every day
house is a girl you have to take care of her
guy only owns 7 shirts and 7 pants and set, rotating outfits for his weeks
I'm extremely horny in a theoretical way. I'm a freak but observationally. No I don't want to actually have sex right now, I'm just thinking about it. Basking. You guys go ahead though.