hello tumblr oomfs
i made a kinlist n thought itd be fun to share it
please make fun of me as you see fit.
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You are so beautiful and I would be lucky if you even considered falling in love with me
Sorry the person you're trying to reach is currently experiencing repulsion towards anything having to do with love. They have been traumatized, sent to the grippy sock place and had a shit time.
But the fact that you're simping that hard is adorable tho 🥰🫶
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he says i hate everyone except you and that is addictive and that is kind of romantic and beautiful because you're young and you're kind of a sarcastic asshole too and you don't like bad boys, per say, but you don't really like good ones either. and you like that you were the exception, it felt like winning.
except life is not a romance book, and he was kind of being honest. he doesn't learn to be nice to your friends. he only tolerates your family. you have to beg him to come with you to birthday parties, he complains the whole time. you want to go on a date but - people are often there, wherever you're going. he's just so angry. about everything, is the thing. in the romance book, doesn't he eventually soften? can't you teach him, through your own sense of whimsy and comfort?
at first - you know introverts often need smaller friend groups, and honestly, you're fine staying at home too. you like the small, tidy life you occupy. you're not going to punish him for his personality type.
except: he really does hate everyone but you. which means he doesn't get along with his therapist. which means he has no one to talk to except for you. which means you take care of him constantly, since he otherwise has no one. which means you sometimes have to apologize for him. which means he keeps you home from seeing your friends because he hates them. you're the single exception.
about a decade from this experience, you'll type into google: how to know if a relationship is codependent.
he wraps an arm around you. i hate everyone except you. these days, you're learning what he's actually confessing is i have very little practice being kind.
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i joke, don’t i, about my dog-coded heart. i love you like a dog, i grin, and they hear devotion and loyalty and desperation for love
i love you like a dog, and that’s cute because i’m affectionate and i’m on your side and i want to be close, all the time
but i love you like a dog, and that’s everything turned up to eleven because i’m at a party on saturday night when you call me and tell me someone hurt you. there’s calm in a crisis but no sanity—just worry and the need to protect you. i sit at the foot of your hospital bed and find the girl on facebook and tell her if she ever comes near you again i will put her in the ground myself
i love you like a dog, and i sleep on the floor of your room when we get home. i walk you to class and i glare at everyone who looks at you with anything other than kindness and i pick you up from work when your boss won’t stop staring at your bare arms
i love you like a dog, and i get an email from the university regarding my behavioural issues. you can’t threaten another student, they say. but other students can tell their classmates to kill themselves? i ask. they only reply with a date for a disciplinary hearing
i love you like a dog, and you don’t come with me. you ask if i really said those things to her. of course i did. you say maybe you will go stay at your dad’s for christmas after all
i love you like a dog, and you’re realising i’m not a good one. you come home; i’m there at the door. i love you like a dog, and you’re realising that means codependence and possessiveness and doing anything for you at the cost of everything and everyone else
i love you like a dog, and this is not what you signed up for. there’s only so much training can do: i am so good at pretending i will follow every basic command, at pretending i will behave in a way that’s acceptable
do you even know the difference between good and bad? you ask me one night, halfway to tears in the kitchen when i’m standing between you and the door, begging you don’t go see her. how is what she said to me any different from what you said to her?
and i think maybe i don’t know the difference between good and bad, only what the difference means to you. i know which behaviours performed gets me a smile and a pat, and i know which has you desperate to escape my attempt to be your shadow, nose bumping your heels with every step you take away
i don’t know the difference between good and bad, i only know how to love you. but i love you like a dog, and that’s not the way you want to be loved, because keeping you safe and keeping you warm shouldn’t ever come at the price of suffocating under my heart and apologising to your colleagues for my bad manners and stubborn presence
i love you like a dog, and maybe that would be okay if i was a dog who listened. i love you like a dog and maybe that would be okay if i didn’t have a temper. i love you like a dog and maybe that would be okay if i was a dog who knew you’re coming home when you leave
but instructions and implorations mean very little when my right and wrong is all in context of your well-being, and i am capable of both bark and bite, and you stopped coming home altogether
i love you like a dog, and it’s exhausting for you. you’re not the bad guy; you gave me a home and loved me and let me love you. you didn’t ask for a problem pet—you wanted a friend to share a house with. someone to text from the grocery store, someone to make breakfast with on sundays, someone to cover late rent
i still joke about loving like a dog. i think i’m better, these days, at pretending i know where good and bad lie. pretending i care, because you care. and maybe that’s not a pretence, then. i do care because you care. i just don’t know if my love will ever stop taking priority over morality. i’ll pretend. i’ve only lost one person since you, so maybe that’s growth
you look happy in your photos. you have a cat; that made me laugh. i’m not going to click accept on the request, because i don’t think i know how to love you any different than i did six years ago. but—and you might never know this—i’m always going to love you anyway. we may have bled out, quick and messy euthanasia of the life we built, but i love you like a dog, and that shit’s unkillable
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Did you just give me Fyodor?? Do I laugh or do I cry,help??? I personally don't see it although, I have noticed that the man has a preference for goofy/silly people. (Happy ENFP noises)
Also, fun fact! In canon, his favorite kind of people are those who have a good complexion, which I do. Huzzah for good genes!
Although I personally hc that he won't talk to you unless you're pretty 💀💀💀 It's so funny and petty, c'mon nowwww
As for height, I'm average, around 170 cm or 5'7. I can't remember how tall he is though.
Did you just give me Fyodor?? Do I laugh or do I cry,help??? I personally don't see it although, I have noticed that the man has a preference for goofy/silly people. (Happy ENFP noises)
I don't know either 😭😭😭 but absolutely on the goofy/silly people, he isn't with Nikolai without a reason lmao. Maybe you're not as "goofy/silly" but he'd still like your enthusiasm /srs
[*sits down* I'm 5'3... I probably cannot reach this man...-]
I'm still damn sure that you'd pull him. Can't change my mind, I'm sure you're someone who he'd think is worthy of his time 😤 whether that's a blessing or a curse, I'm afraid I still don't know
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