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the beauty abt old age yaoi is the show don’t tellness due to necessity and i eat it right the fuck up
it’s like ptsd still being acknowledged and even respected in the 1980s, but they just called it shell shock yk
don’t give me explicit confessions where the characters know what they are and how they stand, give me the ambiguity and confusion and lack of words
Give me sputtering and absurdity and desperation bc all you can repeat to your counter part is
“I know I know- I know. It’s not right, but you’re some lost screeching part of my body and now that I’ve walked even one mile with you by my side, I can’t bear the vast amputation removing you from my life would be. Stay.”
Not your boyfriend or your lover just- something else. Something more and contagious and rotten. Something beating a new heart in behind your breast and echoing a liveliness in your laughter
GIVE ME BACK YEARNING GODDAMN IT GIVE ME BACK BLEEDING FOR LOVE GIVE ME BACK THE ROMANCE OF SOOTHING OUT JACKETS AND RUFFLING HAIR AND FEW AND FAR BETWEEN GLANCES U PRICKS- *pulled off stage by a long cane*