roxannenakamura
Funerals. They suck ass. Do you think I could stand another one? The way I'm already fucked up inside? I've only attended one funeral; and it was my grandfather's on my mother's side. I didn't even know him. I was wearing a pair of blue jeans, black Ruxton Towers t-shirt, and black flip flops. I didn't even cry. Is there something wrong with me? Why didn't I cry?
He loved splatter paintings. He loved doing them. He always wanted to do something where he and his current boyfriend, Max, would be wearing white everything, in a white room, just using the walls as their canvases. He never wanted to do that with anyone else, they were meant for each other.
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