Faggotted So Hard I Got My Best Friend Questioning The Line Between Platonic And Romantic Love While

Faggotted so hard I got my best friend questioning the line between platonic and romantic love while in a relationship

Oh yay my sleep meds have kicked in I’m free

"Yes bawss" the goons say, as I order them to go home to their wives and kids, to live out their days in peace and quiet-comfort, to raise their children and to see them through to college - to watch them succeed out there in the world and to feel pride in ways they never knew they had the capacity to feel. To live old, and to die with their spouse at their bedside, hand clutched in-hand, as they fade in and out of consciousness. Voices echoing through the hospital room, and the sounds of sobbing and well-wishes from loved ones merging into the background, until all that's left is a muffled-silence, imposing and omnipresent. Through their final-slivers of life and lucidity, a voice is heard, one so beautiful and intimate, that their fears and sorrows vanish in an instant - and this voice, with its delicate-timbre, rings through their mind as it finally goes, and it speaks a truth, a truth that they know will always be true:

"I'll always love you"

weird freak mutual to weird freak mutual connection

im not entirely sure what the difference between platonic and romantic love is and at this point im too afraid to ask

Rediscovering the joy of art through my bestest friend and love of my life,

😍⛓️‍💥🥃🚬🍺⛓️🖤💋

@through-the-heathers