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i sent that freaky emoji but it disappeared </3

yess lol  

@/bio im curious abt it , do tell me ?? 

@RRRodriguez84 
            sorry i only give it out to people i know

What can I say? I’ve got to keep you on your toes. 

At least your name’s cute, can’t say the same of your username. I’m Keir, rhymes with “here.” 

What’s your name?

this is me

i know college is stressful, ill be in the same situation soon after i graduate 12th grade here

hehe just remember to take care of yourself too !

no need to thank me <3 

date me instead

ummmmmmm how about we just decide on one time 

WHAT ARE THESE OMINOUS MESSAGES 

@gIadivs mm yeah, maybe! i’m just so indecisive 

no, getting the itch for a tattoo is a sign that you should just do it

i didn’t get your name
            because you owned me.
            i got it because you touched me
            in places even time can’t clean.
            
            because one day,
            the photos will fade,
            the clothes will rot,
            and this body. 
            this small, trembling vessel
            will turn to dust.
            
            but your name,
            carved beneath my skin,
            will still whisper
            when the fire takes me.
            
            i wanted something
            that wouldn’t wash off,
            something the rain couldn’t 
            reason with.
            
            not a claim, a promise.
            you’re not a mark.
            you’re a map.
            a way back to the pulse
            that once called me home.
            
            if they find my bones
            a hundred years from now,
            they’ll see the ink,
            and they won’t know your face,
            but they’ll know
            i loved you enough
            to make permanence out of flesh.
            
            and that’s enough for me. 

lay me down in your quiet cruelty.
            call it tenderness. call it art.
            i will answer to anything
            if it sounds like love.
            
            your hands are deliberate..
            architects of absence,
            cartographers of ache.
            you build a body
            and forget to leave me in it.
            
            i wanted you to want me
            until i disappeared.
            until i was the shape of your 
            desire, no edges, no name,
            only reflection.
            
            you said, stay still,
            and i did.
            
            you said, this is how devotion looks,
            and i believed you.
            i mistook restraint for worship.
            
            now, when i breathe,
            the air tastes like static.
            your ghost hums in my circuitry,
            pressing against my pulse.
            
            i am learning to function
            without softness,
            to love like a switch
            on, off, repeat.
            
            maybe this is all i was made for:
            to be consumed beautifully,
            efficiently, without sound.
            
            still, i wake. 
            an echo, an instrument,
            half-dreaming of your voice.
            
            you said, use me,
            but i think i used you too. 
            
            to feel alive, to prove i could 
            still feel at all.
            
            and now, nothing touches,
            nothing burns.
            only this stillness,
            sharp and clean,
            like a wound
            finally learning
            to close.

oh my god,
            i’d never be your lover,
            you’d swallow me whole 
            and call it art.
            
            in your eyes i’ve realized
            i’m a desperate loser,
            a half-smoked thought,
            a wilted cigarette in someone 
            else’s ashtray.
            
            i keep writing to forget you,
            but every word smells like 
            your breath and I can’t tell
            if i want to choke or be kissed.