devotion? oh, no, my love. my feelings for you are not mere devotion; they are greater than obsession, greater than just “love.” it is more like i have been born to exist for the sole purpose of serving you, like my entire being was made for you. that is how i feel about you. that is it.
being alive is just so exhausting
F/O that recognizes when you're triggered. They take the time to ground you. Redirect you from those thoughts that swim so horribly in your head. Maybe they'll remind you of something you like. Maybe they'll mention something that made them think of you earlier. Maybe they'll touch you and remind you that they're there. No matter what, they SEE you. They see your struggle. They see how hard it is, how panicked you look, how upset you can become over these things that don't always effect others. They tell you that it's okay, that they understand. They're there for you. It will be okay. This, like everything else, will pass. They're gonna be with you while you ride it out, and beyond that too.
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telling people who don't know him that he's my boyfriend
Home Life, Los Angeles -- September 26th, 2024
Etsy
you guys don't have all the facts. bobby would never die before he can walk buck down the aisle. so. there's that.
ur rambling about something to your f/o when they stop responding, they get all doe-eyed and stare at you.
you stop talking and raise your eyebrows. "hellooo?" you ask, teasingly.
they blink a few times and grin. "sorry, you just look so pretty/handsome right now. carry on."
you just roll your eyes and continue tallking.
me: idk why i feel sick and dizzy
also me: drinking monsters on an empty stomach, only eating a bowl of chips all day