by MeatRaisinMotors February 14, 2025
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Bro #1 says:
"Hey man, we heard he didn't make it to the bar last February.."
Bro #2 responds:
"Yeah, he took a cold bath in the lake and traded his phone for a ride to the ED Ward. The meltdown is all over social media"
"Hey man, we heard he didn't make it to the bar last February.."
Bro #2 responds:
"Yeah, he took a cold bath in the lake and traded his phone for a ride to the ED Ward. The meltdown is all over social media"
by coldmeltdown March 3, 2025
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Where a grown man goes when they had a total meltdown, and the state puts them on psych hold for a while.
bro 1 says:
"Hey man, we heard he didn't make it to the bar last february.."
bro 2 says:
"Yeah, he took a cold bath in the lake and traded his phone for a ride to the Ed Ward. The meltdown is all over social media."
"Hey man, we heard he didn't make it to the bar last february.."
bro 2 says:
"Yeah, he took a cold bath in the lake and traded his phone for a ride to the Ed Ward. The meltdown is all over social media."
by coldmeltdown March 5, 2025
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The definition of distant, quiet love.
I loved Eduardo with all my heart.
Not because he asked for it, not because he ever knew —
but because sometimes, love blooms in the shadows of what could never be.
I found Eduardo on a dating app — or rather, I found a lie wrapped in his photos.
The user was a hoax. But the ache? The ache was real.
You know that kind of love that stings like hell and smells like longing?
Yeah. That one. That was Eduardo.
With him, I wanted to caress his storms.
Kiss his troubles in thoughts and in poems.
Hold his silence like it was a language only I understood.
Too bad he’ll never know I exist.
And maybe that’s the most beautiful kind of love —
the kind that asks for nothing, expects nothing,
just stays tucked inside your ribs like a secret prayer.
You carry them quietly.
You wonder sometimes.
But you never, ever cross paths.
That’s distant love.
That’s Eduardo.
The definition of distant, quiet love.
I loved Eduardo with all my heart.
Not because he asked for it, not because he ever knew —
but because sometimes, love blooms in the shadows of what could never be.
I found Eduardo on a dating app — or rather, I found a lie wrapped in his photos.
The user was a hoax. But the ache? The ache was real.
You know that kind of love that stings like hell and smells like longing?
Yeah. That one. That was Eduardo.
With him, I wanted to caress his storms.
Kiss his troubles in thoughts and in poems.
Hold his silence like it was a language only I understood.
Too bad he’ll never know I exist.
And maybe that’s the most beautiful kind of love —
the kind that asks for nothing, expects nothing,
just stays tucked inside your ribs like a secret prayer.
You carry them quietly.
You wonder sometimes.
But you never, ever cross paths.
That’s distant love.
That’s Eduardo.
Used in a sentence:
He’ll never know how softly I loved him — how long I kept him folded inside unwritten poems.
He was my Eduardo… the kind of love that lives in silence and never asks to be seen.
It wasn’t him I fell for — I never even knew who he truly was. I fell for the Eduardo behind the smiles, behind the pointy jawline and those sharp, bushy eyebrows… the one with the silver wristwatch, the pinkest cheeks I’ve ever seen, the wild curls, and that quiet, unbothered mess of chest hair. The kind of man you don’t just see — you remember, even if he never knew you existed.
He’ll never know how softly I loved him — how long I kept him folded inside unwritten poems.
He was my Eduardo… the kind of love that lives in silence and never asks to be seen.
It wasn’t him I fell for — I never even knew who he truly was. I fell for the Eduardo behind the smiles, behind the pointy jawline and those sharp, bushy eyebrows… the one with the silver wristwatch, the pinkest cheeks I’ve ever seen, the wild curls, and that quiet, unbothered mess of chest hair. The kind of man you don’t just see — you remember, even if he never knew you existed.
by little_flower July 25, 2025
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by WingingCookie2 June 25, 2017
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Me: mum, what’s for tea tonight?
Mum: well, I went to the shop and bought us a nice big Mary edwords
Me: ewwwww
Mum: well, I went to the shop and bought us a nice big Mary edwords
Me: ewwwww
by Gaycie hoe May 16, 2019
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