dead on arrival

dick me down dad 

i bother you like- a lot. but i just love you very much. 

hi. i love you. happy valentine's day! okay love you. bye.

a pointless letter to you.
          
          dear peter lewis : daddy and love of my life,
          
          you make my ass hurt, my heart stop, and my dick hard. you make me want to be fucked on all possible surfaces in all possible ways. but other than that, you make me the happiest boy in the world and after we do fuck on all possible surfaces, i always look forward to cuddling you and then convincing you to put it  back in me so we can go at it for hours while our bands look for us.
          
           it was fun that one time we got caught by joe. that was probably the third time in a row and i don't know how i can take so much but i can and i was while you did me over a table. he just walked in and regretted it. fun times. maybe you can invite him next time.
          
           anyway, i love you very much. and... i may or may not be doing big boy things without you. you gotta find me and see. it'll be a surprise. or i could just be laying here like a good boy. only one way to find out.
          
          love, ryan : baby boy , the grooms bride , and demolisher of your dick.

daddyyyy

i'm sleep deprived and it's really hot and that's making my nose stuffy but it's also making my throat hurt so i'm just gonna die. i'm seeing cats that aren't really there and i can't spell anymore. but i'm also hungry.

i feel like i'm gonna puke everytime i burp but you're hot and i still love you.

it's almost christmas! in like a few hours. let's play pretend. i'll be a present. you can unwrap me and play with what's underneath the pretty paper. 

/mad super genius daddy can kidnap me and test my brain anytime. 

/high hopes started playing sdsffds