@phosphorus_phi
Every time since the age of 7 whenever i recognized i was in a dream, a mechanized death on wheels with a silver sickle would come at me and kill me, shit was scary and id always wake up in a cold sweat
Me, in a cartoonishly long trench coat with a big long mustache, spying on a guy in a plated shirt with sweatpants with my binoculars as he tries to get into his Runescape account
Was called a fаggot in elementary, cried in front of my dad because of it, he explained what a fаg is and the difference between a top and a bottom, so that was that, i was like "okey"
Imagining Leo coming home drunk and beating the shit out of me untill im on the brink of death and then he starts frantically apologizing and then cuddles me to sleep to make me feel better