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aw it's already phil's birthday here... HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. AMAZING YOU ARE MY POOKIE🤧🤧🥺🥺🫶🫶

thank you for always making me smile seeing your face always puts me in a better mood🥺🥺🥺

ALL HAIL MR. AMAZING MAY YOU ALWAYS KEEP SHINING!!! 🙌🙌🙌

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i still to this day reel over the fact that dan used the word "husbands" as a possible descriptor of his and phil's relationship. unprompted, super throwaway like. as if that wouldn't destroy every phannie brain in a worldwide radius

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just realised when they do the devan honeymoon videos they’re going to actively comment on it and talk about their most recent trip from japan and compare it to them…

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dan calling phil a “little goblin freak” 😭

the little goblin freak in question:

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one of my fav things to see is people’s reactions to finding out dnp wrote fanfics about themselves and published it in a bestselling book

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Annoyingly I think I’m only gay and in love with fairy

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phil is the epitome of the 'hey hey hey come on im just a lil guy. im just a lil guy and its my birthday' sound

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Yaz searching for any books on Gallifrey she can find in the Doctors libraries after the Doctor reveals where she is from. <3

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Her face when she opens them: -_-

Her face while getting the Doctors help translating the book on Gallifreyan courting techniques: :}

Her face when she tries one of the recipes she found: D:<

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no one talking about “you deserve to look cute on your birthday” am i the only one who caught that

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Please for my own sanity love me sober like you do drunk

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i truly do think that clara oswald is one of the characters of all time i’m sorry.

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my ex sent me a poem about love today

(It was a part of a book they’re writing)

about how they thought they had too much, that it consumed them whole and bothered their peers

Comparing their expressions of love to people handing out flyers on street corners or swallowing back bile as it burnt your throat

They’re so interesting with their words

And their beliefs of the world

How they think we all see them, how enormous they think they are

I wish I understood just an eighth of my emotions as beautifully as they do

But then again, I think maybe I just don’t have that

Any of what they’ve got

The lurching capacity for love that they wonder if it bothers people

The feeling that it’s clawing at their chest and needing to get out in fear of exploding

Their love seems positive

They want to give it out they want to let it crash into everyone as ocean waves do on tiny children

I think I only want love if it’s tragic

Not in the tragic ways they describe, feeling like having to hold it in as to not disrupt their surroundings, but more tragic in the self centered way

“I love them too much” “they don’t love me back as strong” “yearning”

I’m obsessive with my love in ways no one can or rather should reciprocate

Their love is pure, kind, understanding

They might think they have too much, but it’s a truth you can never have too much kind love to give

My love is green and vile and pulsating

My love is the bile they’re trying to swallow, throat burning on the way down

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We can be so intimate that our mouths are fused as one

But we can’t hold each others hands

And you can’t rest your head on my shoulder because that’s too close

But you know how I feel inside

#wlw #wlw poems #I’m in love w my bsf

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Tw// body horror/gore

It’s warm in my hands

It’s creases and folds massaging my hands

grip onto it

White knuckle

Almost pierce the film with my nails

But I save that for my teeth

My lips meet the ripples as I have kissed so many in the past

But it’s not the gentle embrace I crave

I want it to collide with my bones

Feel the meat rip apart

Falling onto my tongue

The bright red existence that flows through the curves

Freed

Coating my mouth and my lips and my cheeks

This is how I should be

Consumed

This is the only way I can be

Completed

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Tw// body horror/gore

I’m going to bite my lip off

The blood will drench my chin

Mixed with chewed lip and shards of teeth

I am going to consume myself and let the violence show

I will wear my blood and skin and bone as clothing

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A real time representation of me coming to terms with my relationship atm

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I think I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ve got it backwards

I have sex with my friends and lay in separate beds w the girl I love

I drunkenly make out with platonic soulmates while admiring from afar the face of the girl I exchange “I love you”s with

It’s not to say I hate what I have

I cherish these moments

Us smiling and laughing and looking

But I’ve got it backwards

How did it end up backwards?

Like a shirt I’ve put on wrong

Still wearable, but others around me will question it

Judge it

“I think your girlfriend is your friend”

But those words are so inexplicably messed in my brain and my world, their mixing practically intertwining to form a new experience

If sex and love together makes a girlfriend then you and I would be the end

Then her and a school friend would be the end

But it’s me and her

Only us.

I’ve got it backwards but maybe there isn’t a right way round

I think I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s ok, there can’t be a backwards

Only a now.

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i think about the car motif

that i made about us

and how fucked up fate is

that i almost had to adjust

to a world without you

full of sympathy flowers

I live alone, as you were taken

by the one fucking thing that should've been ours

with the thoughts of us together

going up in flames

as you drive yourself alone

into charred hurting remains