6 Types of Love

Eros 
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love

Ludus
a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once

Storge
an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity

Pragma 
love that is driven by the head, not the heart

Mania
obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers

Agape
selfless altruistic love; spiritual;

(Source: Wikipedia, via nyri)

10 months ago  /  132,658 notes

 i yearn for you to understand me

stripped of my dignity

down to the brutal truth

i’m more than a dildo, a purse or a pillow

i’m more than the frog, the prince or the willow

i’m everything you see when you look at me

a comedian, a child, a travesty

i come from the broken homes of all-american clones

alone is symbolic, no heir to the throne

you can get a pair thrown if you down to ride

but something is missing in my eyes

you can fuck me, it’s cool

but i ain’t nobody’s fool

i couldn’t give a fuck about jealousy, that’s not my focus.

i just need a friend, not emotionless locusts

reaming and creaming late into the evening

but if you don’t get the dick, it seems like you’re leaving

we’re so similar that we can’t resist

but i’d prefer your friendship over all of this fuck shit

10 months ago  /  Notes

If you ever read this…

The person I am writing this to will soon figure out that I am talking about them when they read this.

I am sorry for the way I have been acting lately. I rely too heavy on you for happiness and not enough on myself. I really don’t mean what I said and I want to try this, but I want to try it your way. Not constantly, and not so seriously. I want to be independent but be around whenever you want to see me. And I see that you want that too. I want to let you know that I really do care about you, and I just overreacted. If you can forgive me this one time, maybe rewind our lives back like 2 hours and forget what I said (I know this isn’t likely to happen, and quite frankly I don’t deserve for it to happen), but I know what I need to do. And I am trying my ass off. Please just see that I am trying, and now that I know more of what you want, I will take this idea less serious and try to be the same happy kid I was when you met me.

I care about you a lot. It is both a gift and a curse. But what I do know is that I dream about you. And dreams are very powerful things. But I will calm down, and if you ever read this, please accept my apology. You don’t have to, and you probably shouldn’t, but I swear don’t cut me loose just yet. One more chance to prove myself and I will make your patience worth it.

Also, I still want to see you tomorrow. Say no if you want. But I would appreciate it.

Have a happy day,

Chris

10 months ago  /  Notes

Tumblr is like a whole bunch of Twitter people who want extra attention. That’s why I’m here. Oh, dramatic life.

1 year ago  /  Notes

Where’s daddy? Oh yeah, he’s dead.
Where’s mommy? Oh yeah, she decided to skip graduation to fuck a guy, be the absolute worst human she could to my grandma and be a mentally handicapped detriment to society. What the fuck. I disowned her. I don’t need no fucking mother who doesn’t support me. Well I say that. But I need a real parent, a real support system more than anything.
Where’s sister? Oh yeah, off in North Dakota disowning the other half of the family and tryna get hitched and forget me.
Where’s grandma? In the hospital.
Where’s grandpa? Dying quickly.

Where am I?

Lost.

1 year ago  /  0 notes

Good work everybody. I’m crawling in this here hole and killing myself now

1 year ago  /  0 notes

Ok world. Time to stop now. Three fucked up situations in fifteen minutes? I just need something to hold on to

1 year ago  /  Notes

Go suck a dick, world

1 year ago  /  Notes