please explain the logic of pain feeling right . like gasoline rainbows . set ablaze in the air to be consumed by my sponge like organs . small particles like puzzle pieces staining my body to feel like just another silver line . gasoline rainbows . your beauty is pain, but I don’t want to look away . this bedlam in my heart is making thinking straight a hard task . the stentorian blasts of...
<3 im a faggot .
it's not making someone your top priority,
it’s making love your top priority .