A tad unorthodox and slightly preposterous.
in 8th grade i came out as bisexual by posting a facebook status saying that i had 83 protons
hell yeah bismuth
i mean look at it
does that thing look heterosexual to you
i thought not
This is my new favourite story on the internet.
i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole
my mom texted me a facebook screenshot of this today and said ‘sounds like something you would say LOL’ like u have no idea mom
i. When you showed up at my doorstep in your
faded band tee shirt, dirty conserves, and hair
messed in your face like you just got done
fucking in bed, then fell asleep for a few hours.
Your breath smelled like leftover alcohol and
every word you spoke burned my wounds.
It was our first date, at the end of it I kinda, s
orta, hoped that it was the last.
ii. When you told me I wore so much make up,
and asked why I always put “so much effort
into attempting to look good.” Attempting.
iii. When the first time I said no you looked
at me like I slapped you across the face and
ripped a piece of your being away from you.
You looked at me like you were waiting for
an apology so I gave you a sorry like left over
change in my pocket.
iv. When we talked it was always about the
world and how it was out to get you, that it
didn’t offer you one damn good thing, and
that everyone in your life was temporary,
and fuck, I should’ve knew what was coming.
v. When I looked at you and saw a nobody,
somebody that meant nothing. I felt nothing.
vi. When the “dates” we went on were nothing
but sitting in your basement, the clouds of
smoke you’d blow in my face. I told you how
much I hated smoking, but you did it anyway,
most the time it was just to irritate me.
vii. When you tried to push me on the bed
and asked me to stay the night, I cried out in
the bleak air and pressed my head against your
chest. I had a flashback to when I was seven and
forced to give myself up. You looked at me and
said, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”
viii. When love slowly fell out of your vocabulary
as you slowly fell out of my heart.
If I consider you a close friend chances are I’m gonna be at least a little gay with you