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Everyone always says how much they love himbos but where were you when it was time to choose team instinct in Pokémon go?
Why do I see your Pokémon in a red or blue gym after saying how much you love himbos on your blog?
Your love for himbos is just performative but I’m in the TRENCHES because that’s how real I am
(I love spark he’s such a cutie)
Traditional values are ingrained into our dna
Okay but how about...
Asexual Spark
man, the pokemon go leaders look great.
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It's instinct.
This confidence he carries. Instinct. Because being scared is so much more dangerous than being confident. So when he melts into his lovers arms and silent tears string down his face, he doesn't complain.
He holds his broken boy as if trying to soak up all his pain.
He clutches his perfect boy as I scared that letting go would cause his own death.
A half heart is shattered in pieces and the other half doesn't know how to pick up the pieces.
It hurts to love someone who thinks they don't deserve to be loved. And he wants to fix his broken lover.
And he wants to hold his perfect lover and pretend that he could be okay.
Instinct.
To throw away everything that hurts him and spray it as a joke played in the grandest theatre.
Instinct.
To answer about himself and yet still have the other coming out of the conversation knowing nothing of the other.
Instinct.
It breaks his heart. It shouldn't be this way, his beautiful boy, shouldn't feel this pain.
But he does. And all he can do is hold him in these rare moments of pure genuine him and be grateful.
It shouldn't be his Instinct to shy away from all types of love and to brush of any mean comment. But it is and that's something they shall work through together on lonely Friday nights when they find warmth in each other.
On chilly Tuesday mornings when cuddles under covers is the only place they can find comfort in being.
On autumn Thursdays at the ends of broken up phone calls when just hearing a friendlier voice can help stop the panic.
Instinct that hurts both parties, and he hurts. Boy, does he hurt.