index | archives | notes Saturday, Feb. 25, 2012 4:16 p.m. << [ Victimer ] >> Broken boy finds tiny ways to show me his secret broken affection in front of people who can't know yet. We cross legs and sit indian-style on floors, couches, countertops, sidewalks, beds, and he will "accidentally" brush me. When everyone is looking away, he rests his hands on my ankles, wrists. Strokes my arm or hair. We are not in a relationship because anything official would inevitably self-destruct at this point, but we don't need a title to give a fuck. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org