Often I Wonder If I Ever Will.

Often I wonder if I ever will.

I crave for another who would listen to me. Who would explain the things I don't understand.

Someone patient. Someone kind.

I long for a person I can tell everything.

For someone who trusts me with their life.

I wish to be valued. Wish that they would consider me before they make plans. I wish to be seen.

I want someone like me.

I want someone to like me.

I want someone.

Because I can't do it myself.

I can't trust myself.

I can't consider myself.

I can't be patient. I can't be kind.

I can't value myself.

I can't like myself.

But maybe, someone could teach me how.

My home is a person that I've never met.

And that person is me.

I often wonder if I will ever meet them.

If I could ever like them.

If I could find someone to share my home with.

my home is a person but i haven’t met them yet

I know this isn't what you wanted it to be, but it meant something to me.

I'm breathless and I don't know why. I can't understand what you mean in words, and yet I can feel what you're telling me. I can see what you're saying, but I have no picture in my mind.

This isn't what you wanted- but it's what I needed. (My point is, thank you for posting. Sometimes incomplete thoughts can complete someone else... thank you 💛)

i have been thinking about how to write this for days. maybe months. my hands are calloused from carrying the words. if god is an oyster are you the ocean or are you eating good tonight. i said i couldn’t harness a better song than when i’m singing with you and i meant that when my throat is raw and the sun is down every second in your orbit feels like a beehive. 

ah but something in that sharpness. if you are a thornbush make me a baby rabbit. if you are an arrow make me achilles. from all that dirt and blood we will plant a bittersweet vine. i’ve been in love with knives since i understood the sunrise; take the sword out of your collar bone. if you are the first dawn, i am the horizon that broke under the sun. all futures are asteroids with you. one day i’ll write you a poem without teeth. only mistakes here, us entropy and heat.

my hands have been shaking since i saw you, glorious and unwavering, tilt your head back and laugh. all at once i just knew. you’re gonna break my heart. jonah saw the whale and i saw you. 

I refuse. If this is gonna be a thing Manako is gonna be flat chested.

If we can say monster fucker rights, then we can ALSO say flat-chested rights >:(

Manako should get a human form somehow and become Saitama’s gf

There. I said it.

DON'T OUT ME LIKE THIS

I'd feel too guilty scheming something mean, so making plans to be nice is the only way ill ever have any thrill in my life 😤😤

does anyone else get mischievous joy out of being nice sometimes? like “Haha, I knew you were going to be hungry so I got you your favorite food so I can surprise you with it being ready when you get here GOT YOU”

(I changed my mind, I want her to be tiny and Saitama adopts her)

Thank :'c

Manako should get a human form somehow and become Saitama’s gf

There. I said it.

No, but that one would have been better, hecc

Guess which song from my Saigenos playlist I drew (and will post after work) >:)

Right answer gets a treat 💛

Also, here's a fem!Saigenos wip that I don't think I'll finish,,, so I might as well add it here?