My Friend, Few Days Ago, Said That They Look Like The Type Who Would Stereotypically Get Bullied.

my friend, few days ago, said that they look like the type who would stereotypically get bullied.

I love dps tumblr because irl it’s “weird” and “emo” to write poetry but here it’s praised and accepted and that feels awesome

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too cringe to talk to my mutuals so i just like their posts

blue is the ocean and royal and todd. blue is the depth of his eyes when they swallow him whole, make him feel open- are you okay, neil? always asking. always asking. honesty's blue, so neil is honest and todd cries. children use blue crayons for tears. neil's a crayon, there's less of him the more things he does. todd asks again, a blue breeze trapped in their room. neil sucks a blue bruise into todd's neck because that isn't technically lying. todd clings onto some sort of hope, but neil can already hear the ocean, the dizzying depth of it. neil is blue. good bye is blue.

Neil grinned as he handed Todd's poem back to him. "You're really good at writing. So good. I like a person like that."

Todd's eyes twinkled. "Yeah?" he asked, hopefully.

Neil nodded. "You know, if you were a girl, I'd marry you," he said casually. "Because we get along well, encourage each other to keep going, and we could save money by doing that."

Todd stared at him. Neil brought up the "if you were a girl" a lot, but Todd always thought to himself, "You don't need to be a girl. I love you as a boy." But he knew he couldn't say that.

Instead, Todd just scoffed and said that Neil would have to do the cooking and laundry. Todd offered to clean the house and do dishes, so it evened out.

If you were a girl, I would marry you. Those words always played in his head.

But now, as he clawed at the dirt of Neil's grave, only one sentence echoed back- a reply to what Neil had said months before: If you were alive, I'd marry you.