i wanted to touch his hands and wrists and lips and run my fingers all the way from his clavicles to his ankles, which is why I’m biting my lip instead, biting my tongue, biting my fingers, because I’m not sure if my fingers know what my brain wants when I’m not even sure i know what my brain wants, I’m not sure whether any part of me would like the outcome which is why I’m trying to turn myself into something that can’t break abstract things with its fingertips.
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how can i keep from singing ~ troyler
Fanfici'd never fall in love with him anyway because boys like me only fall into beds, not love / troyler au-ish poetry bc why the heck not. i update very randomly and whenever i feel like it
