My perfect little world.

My perfect little world.

Everything about the world intrigues me. All the little details that people would usually over look, fancinate me the most.

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this is the real story of me and a boy.
i’m going to turn this into a real blog post. this is a photo of my buddy max and myself. max came into my life the second-to-last monday of january. he had moved to austin the preceding friday, and knew no on here. preceding his move, he’d lived in washington, d.c. his entire life — always going to the same school (that caters to early childhood through 12th grade). we met while he was shadowing at my school, pretty early on. we hung out that day after school with a few of my friends for hours and hours and became close very quickly. the second day of shadowing we hung out again, though alone this time. we stayed together until late at night and we kissed at departure. max started attending school with me the next day. we continued to spend time together after and during school the entire week. that friday we planned a sleepover with two of my close friends. instead of hanging out with my friends, we lost our virginities to each other and had sex. it was a bit weird with my friends. the next day, after waking up, we continued to spend time together. we hung out with another friend from school. that night we went and smoked salvia at a park with some friends of mine from another school. this was the first time we had issues. he started to get really flirty with another boy there, and was telling me about how attractive he found him. obviously, this made me very uncomfortable and upset. he started having certain days where he’d seem to despise me. he wouldn’t want to talk to me, he wouldn’t even look at me. they were unexplained and very difficult to deal with.we continued with a similar dynamic for about a month. hanging out every second we could, having sex, not being fully conscious of each other’s feelings. after spending every day of spring break together, i guess i decided that i didn’t want to have any relationship with him. i shut him out of my life. i took away his friends. i put him into a state of exile. we continued in separation for two weeks. after these two weeks we talked about things and came to resolution. that night he said some kind of disrespectful things to some of my friends while i wasn’t around (i’m not sure how disrespectful they really were, i’m very sensitive). we got into a fight over it, but ended up just having sex. we sort of stopped seeing each other mutually and formed dislike for each other but remained on good terms until a week before school ended. we seemingly confronted each other on things we’d said behind each other’s backs, and we got into a huge fight. in the end he admitted fault. i’m not sure what i did. a few days later, we went on a walk together and he gave me a formal apology. i didn’t really tell him anything back, but i told him i loved him. the rest of the week we talked a lot and were really close. that weekend we attended a post-graduation party at a friend’s house. he ended up sleeping over at my house. we slept in my room two friends, a couple — us in one bed, them on another. we sort of cuddled, i think it was inspired by being around an actual couple. after kissing (for the first time in over a month), we excused ourselves and went outside. we sat on my front porch, watching the present lightning storm. we kissed in the rain. i carried him out into the street and held him in my arms and kissed him. we continued to jack off onto each other inside my mom’s car. it was really great actually. throughout our entire relationship (which was never an official relationship) his mother had been going through many issues. he lived here alone with his mother. they had already been evicted from their first apartment due to their lack of money, and he was living with a friend from school instead of with her at a farm she had been adopted onto east of our city. his living situation wasn’t ideal, and it was in no way stable. his resources were limited. he left to go back to d.c. last thursday, to stay with a friend there and possibly to live with his father for the first time in his life. he may return in the fall and live with the same person he lived with before, or he may stay in d.c.. i think he is the first boy i’ve ever loved, and maybe the person i’ve been most connected to ever. i may never get to see him again. this story is no where near as complete as it could be, these have been ridiculously eventful months. i’m not sure if anyone will even read to the end, but i really felt the need to chronicle our story.

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the-perks-of-being-nothing:

harryandee:

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rionhunter:

A gif of Brisbane, with this many notes?!

This is my city, kids

My city~ I even work like 50 meters away

Brisbane isn’t even worth 5 notes. What is this shit?

My city ~

Brisvegas

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rhetoricc:

♔Indie & Vintage This Way♔

My beautiful boy

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sun-kid:

follow backs if asked xo

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heycuddleme:

unf fqwejkhfrg♡

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classy-f-u-c-k-i-n-g:

Me every night :-)

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stillimperfect:

“damn right i support it”

so much respect for him.

bless u macklemore

I luv him

yes.

<3

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skinny-depression:

fucking powerful. and unfortunately true

Tall people are assholes.

Tall people are assholes.

I don’t think it meant that tall people are assholes. I think it means that as you get older and older the more pain and suffering you’re put through, the more you learn to trust people less and less and you begin to grow into a selfish human being. You stop letting people in to your life and stop loving. You forget what love is since you’ve gone through life being ignored and taken advantage of.

Tall people are assholes.

Yeah tall people are assholes

EXCUSE YOU I AM TALL AND I AM NOT AN ASSHOLE I THINK SO YOU CAN KINDLY SHUT YOUR FACES OK

what an asshole thing to say.

Glad to be short