#queer situationship

[weak-n-the-knees]

If things don't work out with them it's hoe-phase time for real and I will not be holding back! Catholic guilt be damned!!! I deserve to be worshipped by pretty women

[glop----26]

where do I begin

I miss you, I saw your post, you called me your ex, said nobody our age seems to like the stuff you like, other than your exs, and you were upset about that

im not just your ex you know, im your friend too, hell im not your ex, in order to be your ex we have to have dated, and we never did, you didnt want that.

It hurts, that you think of me that way, and that you think you cant share things with me anymore, but i guess thats somewhat my fault, ive been lashing out at you recently, I know that, but youve been lashing out too.

Were like two beatiful swords, shining in the suns glare, one takes a deadly swipe, then the next retorts with a deafening blow, you see, no matter how many battles we fight, how many wars we wage, were just hurting ourselves.

I want you to want me, I want you to love me, but more than that I just want you to like me, think im worth your time, not actively avoid spending time with you when you can, because that hurts, but I know I kinda do it too, and I cant blame you for being scared of me.

Im scared of you, scared that reaching out will push you away farther, make you more upset, because I know just like be, you self sabotage, and even if I attempt, you might run away, and I cant, cant imagine you running, I think it would hurt too much.

I think I would never recover and I cant let you leave my grasps even more, for you have already begun the run, but I have not chased, as you slip from my fingers I do not attempt to grab you back into my arms, I just continue holding what I have, but what I have is nothing. You see me as your ex, we talk, but not because you want to, because normality is so much easier than letting someone go. The daily routine, the mundanity is so much easier than pulling away, so you let me hold you, just a finger tip, just enough that you dont float away, but the rest of you is already gone, somewhere else in space, you are looking for the next adventure, the next person to fill the gap youve been trying to fill ever since he left, perhaps the next person will be the right one. Perhaps not. I just wish you loved me enough to let me see it.

More than anything, I just wish you at least cared about me enough to let me in, even, and especially to the silly meaningless details of your life, but there is a strong bar keeping me from it, and there is no escape in sight, no way for me to hold you again, just as a friend, because how can two people who have seen so much of eachother go back to being just friends. I feel if i tried id make you uncomfortable, and that would haunt me every night. So instead lies the ghost of your body.

[static-quo]

Not certain these clergy can do anything about cleansing my sins- ówò

[yourlocalabomination]

I am not immune to funny crackships.

+ Bonus

[queerism1969]

[fairypaw]

Well good luck, Babe!

[butchtwelfthdoctor]

they're just. yeagh. the doctors so pleased with himself. they're so. hnnng

heres the whole book on internet archive also

[squidfreak]

romance is DEAD, and it's the ALLOROMANTICS WHO KILLED IT!!!

[camphelion]

happy yuri day

[the-sea-merchant]

Ewan’s Aster’s first year in Pelican Town.

[glop----26]

Burnt offerings.

I burned the piece of carpet two days ago. I know its been almost a month since we ended things, yet it's taken me this long to burn it.

the carpet as a symbol came home with me after a night at your place, nothing happened just cuddling, as I took out my clothes, it fell out of my bag, a small meak little piece of tan/brown carpet, I decided to stick it in my journal, and if things didnt work, burn it. I told you that, because I knew, and I know that I can be very odd, and I wanted you to know who I am, I wanted you to be a part of me. I shouldn't have told you, finding out who I am may have been the worst mistake you have ever made, and Im sorry

nonetheless, I burned it, I hid every thing youd ever given me away in a bag, everything still holds memories, but the big ones are tucked away. I avoided looking at the carpet or taking it out for the longest time, I guess I knew that it was symbolic of my feelings for you, and it didnt feel right to burn it when I still felt a burning passion for you in my heart. Its done now though, for I realize how much it is hurting both of us to have to carry the burden.

perhaps some years from now we will reconnect and you will ask me what I did with the carpet, and ill laugh, telling you I forgot about it, that none of this effected me, that you never hurt me. Perhaps not, perhaps we will fall into our seperate worlds, far apart from one another, two cinders in the wind, and we will glide past eachother, forgetting our names in the gusts that blow us past.

I burned the carpet, and I find myself wondering whether that was the right choice, you see I miss you, even still, though looking at you now is as looking upon some unfamiliar scene, I cannot help but miss you, though I feel I never really knew you at all.

I burned the carpet, and with it id like to say I burned the memory of you, Id like to say ive moved on, and I dont think of you as I drift to sleep each night, but I cant, because I do, and the thought of loosing you, scares me, though you are already lost.

[rhfffas]

peak lesbianism here

[skies-gray]

have you guys ever experienced the grief that comes with logging onto the unsent project website, looking up your nickname with a very specific spelling that your ex best friend slash homoerotic relationship used to call you (she was also the one to have introduced you to the unsent project before things ended), finding only TWO posts with that name, realising the colour she used was the colour she knew to be your favourite, and made a grammatical error in the post that she totally would have made, and even the texting style is the same. or is that just me

[queerism1969]

[piosplayhouse]

Thinking about it considering both binghe and liu qingge (shen yuan's most canonically ideal men) are described as feminine in text, you could for sure make the case that fem yuan has a Hugeee thing for butch girls that she just does not examine ever

[marsbarzsworld]

in honor of pride month I would like to offer condolences to all of the people in wlw homoerotic friendships, it’s rough out there