#pw2.txt

[puppyboypatrick]

quick girltrick (ft girlpete) doodle for patricks birthday

[super-psycho-lov3]

GUUUUYS FUCK I FORGOT TO TAKE MY SLEEP MEDS

[puppyboypatrick]

17 years ago pete wentz wrote “the only thing i havent done yet is die” and went onto write 27 whose title is based off of the “club” of artists that died at 27 years old and now hes 44 and fall out boy just finished the best tour of their entire careers having played songs old and new that their fanbase initially hated for their fanbase now that loves them to death is anyone else thinking about this

[puppyboypatrick]

me when i was too busy being a stupid fucking infant in the 2000s instead of buying clandestine industries stuff and going to concerts

[puppyboypatrick]

kiss and tell

[puppyboypatrick]

since dcd2 official said that picture is patrick coded

[puppyboypatrick]

this changed my life

[puppyboypatrick]

fall asleep and (dont) dream of this

you dont love me, you love the part of me thats like you. what you dont know is that im really just a liar, that it all slips through my teeth before it goes to my head and the words are sharp enough to make my lips bleed. red and true blue. i dont mean to not mean it, you know that. im no better than that. hurricane boy and broken songbird. i wish it would stop hurting like i have it when i dont. ringtones, clocks. its all just waiting up. set it early and watch it tick. wait for a call thats never gonna come. i never learned how to sound like i mean it when i say sorry.

not a trick or a treat, something closer to novocaine. xo.

[puppyboypatrick]

preacher in the pew, sinner in the seats

they repeat the same prayer and they give me the same bread and wine and as i consume the body of christ as have again and again i wonder will god still love a son standing in the husk of a daughter and will god still love a son whos a filthy fucking sinner and will god still love a son who has lost all faith and will god still let his son into heaven after all hes done and does god pity his son that bleeds and does god ever wish that the man who died on that cross was me

[puppyboypatrick]

hey dont cry. bobby sox by green day okay

[puppyboypatrick]

yeah im asab (assigned sexy at birth)

[puppyboypatrick]

(mess)iah

grip my throat and watch my face turn untrue blue. bitter reminders and unshakable guilt. anesthetic love, you and me. maybe not love, something closer to ruining you and kissing self destruction. maybe not anything at all.

no x or o tonight. i cant give you that.

[puppyboypatrick]

cold hands (city boys)

im in a place so far from home so ill write you a letter ill pretend ive never seen before when i wake up in a bed thats mine and still feels like someone elses. gospel of a hotel bible, empty like a promise. i cant tell what i want but its not this and its never this. make it easy, take it easy, take a trip. pulses on our fingertips and hearts in our throats, words stuck between tongues and teeth. sour kisses on cold blue raspberry lips. i understand the most when i taste your spit. unlearn the bad habits or hold them to your chest. count them like stars or freckles or mistakes. 10 hours and i couldnt spend one trying to make this right. all i do is make bets on longshots and second chances that wont come and the 3% possibility of rain. i hate these words and the way they fall stuttering from my mouth. it doesnt mean anything. maybe it does. i can never tell anymore.

for the record, this isnt a love song.

[puppyboypatrick]

do yoi ever see a Patrick imagw so good allthe blood in yr body rushes 2 ur dick nd u pass ou

[puppyboypatrick]

i wanna feel the dirt and grime under your skin, want you to kiss me like you hate me, like i know you do. i want it tongues and teeth and papercuts. i never wanted it gentle but your knuckles are bruised like a watercolor work of art and the way they punch my teeth out is the prettiest thing ive seen. you make me bleed in the best ways. like peering through keyholes, like a voyeur looking through a mirror. just naive enough to think this time will be different. leave letters on your porch with no return address. star-six-seven before falling asleep without putting the phone back in the receiver.

your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system…

[puppyboypatrick]

i cant even pretend that i hate country sorry