And yours is the voice that plagues me in the night—shatters my spine and begets the loss of innocence.
Consent is not “sexy”
IT IS FUCKING MANDATORY
Saying “yes” doesn’t mean consent.
Not saying “no” doesn’t mean consent.
Saying you had a good time doesn’t mean consent.
CONSENT IS CONSENT
Are you trying to say that saying “yes” under pressure or duress does not equal consent? If so, you probably should have said that because it only appears that you are saying both yes and no mean no.
If you weren’t saying this, you need to stop being a moron and re-evaluate what you just said. If you are going to make a statement, at least give a coherent and logical one.
There’s a bonfire burning on the edge of the Earth and I wanna come around, wanna push it ‘round, wanna watch it burning down.
Black diamonds, red crowns—they can all wait; these sirens so loud, what can we say?
SENPAI DOESN’T NOTICE YOU BECAUSE YOUR WEAVE IS UGLY.
White people be like
PARKOUR!!! *jumps off building and dies*
You’re wrong for this, lol.
Sometimes I want to be in love with your actions.
Ways you appreciate my skin and search for something in the depths of my essence masquerading as lips.
Sometimes I want to be your dream, the only one you’d ever need. A dream thought up by you.
Sometimes I wander into myself and pull away budding happiness.
Thoughts are no longer real because surely you can’t be either.
Sometimes I wake up and murmur to the silence, hoping it’ll find its way to you, “I thought I made you up, you phantasm, you.”
Soft light, soft skin,
Pouting lips awaiting sin—
I wonder where you’ll take me now,
I wonder where I’ll find you then.
Because in our minds,
We live forever;
There was never that
Hope is for the
Sad of mind