There must be another soul out there, that craves belonging to someone else. To devote oneself to another, and receive it in kind. One that dislikes the crowd, and the gathering. Cares not for their thought, because I am, not just enough, but the only. Give yourself to me, and receive me in turn.
that soul can only be a man anon, as women do not have souls and are mere vehicles and objects created for reproduction and not for soulful companionship
>>84506757I'm the same as you are, until I find that impossible other half I'll give in to my lust and fap myself silly, it might be the reason why I'll never receive my other half, but it quells the demon of carnal desire at the very least.
>>84506757Depends on what you're into, what games do you play ?
>>84506929I refuse to give up. I just know that there's a good woman still left out there for me. There's a woman who isn't a brain dead NPC
>>84507123Most of anything, if she wants to. I prefer co-op.
The quiet, corrosive grief of wondering where you might have been. The burdenous weight of inaction, not of the scars of the mistakes. Failure is a bruise that heals, regret is a spectre. It's the haunting echo of the song unsung, the confession never made, the untaken leap. The door closes, and you are left only with the reflection of your own hesitation staring back.>>84507137Not my post.
The rare, crystalline instances where fate and preparation converge, a fleeting coalescence of circumstance. Thresholds where the universe holds its breath. An hesitation at the precipice, staring into a time that does not loop, and does not bargain.
I want to think of you in that soft, lingering way that feels less like a thought and more like a presence.I can't settle for anything less than your entirety, you would own me, and I you. I am possessive, and I want to be yours too. I would obey your desires, your fetishes, I would give myself to you in full. I'd expect the same, I want the same. I don't want to have female friends beyond you, and I couldn't stand for you to have male friends.
The world outside becomes a peripheral blur, a static noise we have agreed to mute. A devotion that leaves no room for the diluted affections of others, or the casual, shallow breath of the masses. The air between us thick with this mutual claim, where the concept of an outside confidence is a trespass, a leak in a vacuum that only we can sustain.Every other gaze is a ghost, and every voice that isn't yours is a distraction from the singular frequency we have tuned ourselves to. Let the rest of the world have their wide, wandering lives; I want only the crushing, beautiful depth of this gravity. A hollowed-out peace in the idea of being your prisoner, and your jailer, locking the doors against a reality that never understood the weight of a "forever" that actually meant it.
It was fun to post into the void. Take care, anons.
