ok so i do have adhd but i feel as though this somehow transcends it. I just made a cup of tea 10 minutes ago. Im in a very small room. It has disappeared. I didnt leave the room. It just escaped. It is gone. It never was. Wheres my tea. It couldnt have gone anywhere and yet it has. Did i drink it and eat the cup and forget? Where is my tea. I miss her. This is fucked
me and him??
us??
This is cute, it's funny tho that Dick actually plays the GUITAR and is going to relearn piano for his baby brother and bat bonding time
I know it in my soul that whenever Damian has to play violin for school and needs an accompanist, he fucking drags Dick out of Blüdhaven and back to Gotham to play piano. Dick has not practiced piano since Aunt Harriet stopped bugging him to attend his lessons when he left the manor, and he doesn’t even like playing piano. But for Damian? Sigh F i n e, he’ll play the accompaniment.
He’ll drag out his dusty practice books to refresh himself on proper hand posture and what the fuck an F looks like on the staff. Yes, yes, he’ll look up whatever squiggly abomination is on his sheet music that music experts claim is “modern notation”.
Bruce, who knows how to play piano, or can otherwise contact professional piano accompanists, is like “son, please. leave your brother alone. he hasn’t even played in years.” And Damian’s like “NO. I will settle for nothing less than Grayson.”
“Son, that’s such a low bar.”
But Damian will have his way. He will perform with his brother, goddamnit.
Save a horse, ride a sub boy until he cries instead.
You sit mere inches away, the flickering light mirroring my eyes, lashes fluttering to hide the emerging tears because you'll never look at me with the familiar glint in your eyes that is love. You'll never think about me in your bed at night, you'll never want to hold me in your arms or smile at a text.
Never.
And that tears me apart.
“I love you like a child looking at the stars without being able to touch them.”
— Unknown
that and other colors for femme gays, totally not me at all
If he's spurting cum out of his cock it means he still able to keep going. Don't stop until you see him dry orgasming.
thinking about torturing a cute subby boy until he cums all over himself because i can’t get enough of his whines and the sight of it <3
(through gritted teeth) sometimes what's good for your mental health isn't another do nothing day or a little treat sometimes what's good for you is putting in some of the work. Not all of it at once but sometimes you have to finish that essay or at least take the next step or you have to clean your room or at least dust the shelves or you gotta do the laundry or at least put it all in the hamper and it's not fun and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks and it sucks but you have to because i read a post on the internet that told me that's what being nice to yourself is sometimes
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