yes.
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The Many Inspirations of Mr. Timothongo
TRUTH.
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I want a handle-bar mustache so that I may curl it, go to fancy gatherings, and drink tea.
- No one: we should date.
eeep.
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Joseph Heller, Catch-22
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“What do you look for in a partner?”
This took a while to write, and I’m not sure why I did. I simply felt hugely compelled to write this down after reading those other responses. I’m still not finished.
More often than not do I put other’s happiness and comfort before my own. It’s a natural thing for me… I am a caring person and seldom do I expect anything in return. But with that said, I just feel like sometimes I am not appreciated. Because of this I have developed this sense of dependency on being the “Nice guy,” for fear of being dismissed for being any less… It is difficult to live my life with morals and respect for everyone… because well… I just really find the common person to be so self centered and focused on material shit. In my opinion, visions of happiness have become clouded… And I personally have lost touch with who I am recently because I have been so conflicted with my financial situation… trying to get back on my feet when being held down by restraints is all I’ve ever known… Idk if this even makes any sense, nor do I care anymore… I just want to be careless and enjoy life… Fuck it.
Sweet.
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“ I want a partner to kill spiders for me.
.
To wake up fresh
with razor blade blonde hair
and a grin I can see through the blankets.
I want her to smell like autumn
all year round
and have apples in the pockets of her jeans.
I want him drenched in rain
from taking too many walks
under storm clouds with me.
.
I want them to be ugly with me.
Red face screaming fist breaking ugly
then laughter til our lips turn blue
from kissing.
Bare foot in the summer.
Shaved head in the winter.
And sweater so big I can crawl inside.
.
I want a partner with history.
Who has created their masculinity from scratch.
I want her top button undone
and his socks mismatched.
We will be kids and adults and ghosts and past selves and future mistakes and years of being together.
.
I want them to never call me “mine.”
Because I will never belong to my partner and
she will never belong to anything but his open palms
and touch-and-go memory.
He will never touch the back of my neck.
She will never sneak up on me in the shower.
And they will never ask for secrets I can’t give them.
.
I look for spider killers and midnight dancers.
I look for honesty and fear and tribulation.
I look for someone who likes me in a sundress
and in nothing at all.
I look for someone who might not exist.
But who waits for me. Femmes and Family: I was asked the wonderful question “what do you look for in a partner” by the beautiful kiriamaya and I thought I would answer as a poem
.
To wake up fresh
with razor blade blonde hair
and a grin I can see through the blankets.
I want her to smell like autumn
all year round
and have apples in the pockets of her jeans.
I want him drenched in rain
from taking too many walks
under storm clouds with me.
.
I want them to be ugly with me.
Red face screaming fist breaking ugly
then laughter til our lips turn blue
from kissing.
Bare foot in the summer.
Shaved head in the winter.
And sweater so big I can crawl inside.
.
I want a partner with history.
Who has created their masculinity from scratch.
I want her top button undone
and his socks mismatched.
We will be kids and adults and ghosts and past selves and future mistakes and years of being together.
.
I want them to never call me “mine.”
Because I will never belong to my partner and
she will never belong to anything but his open palms
and touch-and-go memory.
He will never touch the back of my neck.
She will never sneak up on me in the shower.
And they will never ask for secrets I can’t give them.
.
I look for spider killers and midnight dancers.
I look for honesty and fear and tribulation.
I look for someone who likes me in a sundress
and in nothing at all.
I look for someone who might not exist.
But who waits for me. Femmes and Family: I was asked the wonderful question “what do you look for in a partner” by the beautiful kiriamaya and I thought I would answer as a poem
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