“I called you a gnat, and I detest myself for it. *I* am the bug. A moth. And you are the moon. Drawing me, pulling me. But I’ll never be able to reach you without destroying myself. All I can do is pray for the day. Do you understand? I’m doing my very best to keep a grip on myself, to keep my distance, but everything you do seems in service of thwarting that goal.”
I LUV WHEN A MAN HAS TO REPRESS HIS YEARN
— 16 hours, 3 min ago
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