sirmordred-thedruid replied to your post: sirmordred-thedruid replied to your post: I was…
Alexander Vlahos is the only man I have ever questioned my sexuality over.
hair eyes smile laugh voice languages intelligence animation it’s like he just dances on every one of my buttons
probably gleefully. with that ‘oops’ expression he sometimes makes.
I can tell I’m going to mainline privates tomorrow while the husband is out.
at least send mordred to cuddle summer so one of us can sleep happy
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Well, I wouldn’t know about your coordination >.< but I mean – //you// are – when you put you body together with your mind, or either on their own, you’re just…. lovely. I can’t explain it. But I /know/ it’s true.
You are a terrible, terrible flatterer. Wicked. I hide now.
KAWAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! *steals and snuggles* >.<
Am I being difficult? I think you’re lovable because you want to be better. If you weren’t lovable you’d say fuck it and wouldn’t admit you were a bad person.
I don’t — why — you — why are you even saying this? What difference does it make to you? How I feel …
I dunno? I been there before? I used to think the same way until someone changed my mind. But they’re gone now and I finally believe em. And I like you. Not love cos I haven’t loved in years but I like you, somethin about ya. I think you’d be a good friend….
As you say, then …
Whoa now, I’m not Sir Victor here….friendship is mutual so it’s only if you want to be friends.
When you look at me like that I don’t know /what/ I want.
Like what?
So you’re deciding on to be friends or not to be friends? Tis the question? Or what else? Cos I know what I’d like but why don’t you let me in on your lil internal war there.
… Victor, I’m an empath. It means I can know what you’re feeling. And if I care about someone enough, there’s a link. A — bond. It’s permanent. And infinite, as far as I can tell. And if we talk much longer about things like this, it’s going to happen.
And when you look at me like that, I think that *looks away* maybe I might want to be more than friends.
Am I being difficult? I think you’re lovable because you want to be better. If you weren’t lovable you’d say fuck it and wouldn’t admit you were a bad person.
I don’t — why — you — why are you even saying this? What difference does it make to you? How I feel …
I dunno? I been there before? I used to think the same way until someone changed my mind. But they’re gone now and I finally believe em. And I like you. Not love cos I haven’t loved in years but I like you, somethin about ya. I think you’d be a good friend….
As you say, then …
Whoa now, I’m not Sir Victor here….friendship is mutual so it’s only if you want to be friends.
When you look at me like that I don’t know /what/ I want.
Am I being difficult? I think you’re lovable because you want to be better. If you weren’t lovable you’d say fuck it and wouldn’t admit you were a bad person.
I don’t — why — you — why are you even saying this? What difference does it make to you? How I feel …
I dunno? I been there before? I used to think the same way until someone changed my mind. But they’re gone now and I finally believe em. And I like you. Not love cos I haven’t loved in years but I like you, somethin about ya. I think you’d be a good friend….
As you say, then …
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Really? I have to say I concur with whoever has told you that you are beautiful.
sorry if I’ve offended you…
No! I’m not offended.
wonderful, I tend to have odd moments where I speak my mind unfiltered sometimes.
Oh, that’s fine. I’m the same way.
I just … don’t ever, no matter what anyone tells me, think of myself that way. In my mind I’m still the awkward eighteen-year-old who can’t let herself get close to people.
18? I never woulda guessed.
I know what you mean though about not being able to get close to people though…
That was … a long time ago. There are just some things I can’t forget. Things that get marked into your soul no matter what you do to erase them.
Yeah, believe me, I know how you feel. These things shape us whether we want them to or not…I’ve tried to make the best of it yknow?
So that’s one of my not-so-secret secrets. You asked.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have continued, I see that I’ve brought you down.
Thank you for sharing with me.
No, please — don’t.
Please don’t hurt yourself on my crazy. I know I’m not normal, I’m not … a good person, but it’s not your fault.
Don’t worry about me, it takes a lot from a certain kind of person to make me feel pain. I didn’t hit myself too hard so no worries.
I’m a bad person too, and I’m no good at hiding it really.
But if you ever want to talk I’d be more than happy to listen.
I’ve talked myself in circles. I just hate thinking about it. It’s just — it’s a thing, that’s there, and everybody wants me to /talk/ about it like that’s going to change thirty years of not liking myself.
I know what I am, I know what I look like. I’m not nice, I’m not good, I’m not lovable, I just have to accept it.
Well, personally, I’ve noticed that those that think they aren’t lovable usually are. But who the hell am I right?
Am I being difficult? I think you’re lovable because you want to be better. If you weren’t lovable you’d say fuck it and wouldn’t admit you were a bad person.
I don’t — why — you — why are you even saying this? What difference does it make to you? How I feel …
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Really? I have to say I concur with whoever has told you that you are beautiful.
sorry if I’ve offended you…
No! I’m not offended.
wonderful, I tend to have odd moments where I speak my mind unfiltered sometimes.
Oh, that’s fine. I’m the same way.
I just … don’t ever, no matter what anyone tells me, think of myself that way. In my mind I’m still the awkward eighteen-year-old who can’t let herself get close to people.
18? I never woulda guessed.
I know what you mean though about not being able to get close to people though…
That was … a long time ago. There are just some things I can’t forget. Things that get marked into your soul no matter what you do to erase them.
Yeah, believe me, I know how you feel. These things shape us whether we want them to or not…I’ve tried to make the best of it yknow?
So that’s one of my not-so-secret secrets. You asked.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have continued, I see that I’ve brought you down.
Thank you for sharing with me.
No, please — don’t.
Please don’t hurt yourself on my crazy. I know I’m not normal, I’m not … a good person, but it’s not your fault.
Don’t worry about me, it takes a lot from a certain kind of person to make me feel pain. I didn’t hit myself too hard so no worries.
I’m a bad person too, and I’m no good at hiding it really.
But if you ever want to talk I’d be more than happy to listen.
I’ve talked myself in circles. I just hate thinking about it. It’s just — it’s a thing, that’s there, and everybody wants me to /talk/ about it like that’s going to change thirty years of not liking myself.
I know what I am, I know what I look like. I’m not nice, I’m not good, I’m not lovable, I just have to accept it.
Well, personally, I’ve noticed that those that think they aren’t lovable usually are. But who the hell am I right?
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Really? I have to say I concur with whoever has told you that you are beautiful.
sorry if I’ve offended you…
No! I’m not offended.
wonderful, I tend to have odd moments where I speak my mind unfiltered sometimes.
Oh, that’s fine. I’m the same way.
I just … don’t ever, no matter what anyone tells me, think of myself that way. In my mind I’m still the awkward eighteen-year-old who can’t let herself get close to people.
18? I never woulda guessed.
I know what you mean though about not being able to get close to people though…
That was … a long time ago. There are just some things I can’t forget. Things that get marked into your soul no matter what you do to erase them.
Yeah, believe me, I know how you feel. These things shape us whether we want them to or not…I’ve tried to make the best of it yknow?
So that’s one of my not-so-secret secrets. You asked.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have continued, I see that I’ve brought you down.
Thank you for sharing with me.
No, please — don’t.
Please don’t hurt yourself on my crazy. I know I’m not normal, I’m not … a good person, but it’s not your fault.
Don’t worry about me, it takes a lot from a certain kind of person to make me feel pain. I didn’t hit myself too hard so no worries.
I’m a bad person too, and I’m no good at hiding it really.
But if you ever want to talk I’d be more than happy to listen.
I’ve talked myself in circles. I just hate thinking about it. It’s just — it’s a thing, that’s there, and everybody wants me to /talk/ about it like that’s going to change thirty years of not liking myself.
I know what I am, I know what I look like. I’m not nice, I’m not good, I’m not lovable, I just have to accept it.
iamvictor-roth replied to your post: Really? I have to say I concur with whoever has told you that you are beautiful.
sorry if I’ve offended you…
No! I’m not offended.
wonderful, I tend to have odd moments where I speak my mind unfiltered sometimes.
Oh, that’s fine. I’m the same way.
I just … don’t ever, no matter what anyone tells me, think of myself that way. In my mind I’m still the awkward eighteen-year-old who can’t let herself get close to people.
18? I never woulda guessed.
I know what you mean though about not being able to get close to people though…
That was … a long time ago. There are just some things I can’t forget. Things that get marked into your soul no matter what you do to erase them.
Yeah, believe me, I know how you feel. These things shape us whether we want them to or not…I’ve tried to make the best of it yknow?
So that’s one of my not-so-secret secrets. You asked.
I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have continued, I see that I’ve brought you down.
Thank you for sharing with me.
No, please — don’t.
Please don’t hurt yourself on my crazy. I know I’m not normal, I’m not … a good person, but it’s not your fault.
