yellowraincoat225
please, forget I ever existed
- Dec 3, 2024
- 30
I've always thought that double suicides are romantic and beautiful. Don't think I'll ever find someone in my real life who will want to take a cyanide pill with me, or will hold hands while we jump though.
You know those stories about people who find their maybe slightly toxic soulmate on some obscure unmoderated forum. They meet in real life, and they get on like a house on fire and they plan and commit a horrific act together.
I often daydream about finding my other half, but instead of the "horrific act" it's just a pact to die in each other's arms. This person is preferably my age, doesn't matter what gender. We'd order sn together, get all the other stuff ready. We'd write letters together. Then we'd run away, spend a week in motels and diners, just going crazy, eating out, drinking, smoking weed, doing graffiti, taking mushrooms and exploring hiking trails, and having the best week of our lives. Then we'd spend the last of our savings on a nice hotel room, take our sn drink, put on some music. We'd leave our notes on our bedside tables, we'd close all the curtains and shut off the lights.
Then we'd just lay on the bed holding hands or cuddling, maybe we'll occasionally exchange updates, but they'll become less and less frequent as we both slip into unconsciousness.
The cleaning staff will find our dead bodies entangled in each other.
Is this really so much to ask for...
You know those stories about people who find their maybe slightly toxic soulmate on some obscure unmoderated forum. They meet in real life, and they get on like a house on fire and they plan and commit a horrific act together.
I often daydream about finding my other half, but instead of the "horrific act" it's just a pact to die in each other's arms. This person is preferably my age, doesn't matter what gender. We'd order sn together, get all the other stuff ready. We'd write letters together. Then we'd run away, spend a week in motels and diners, just going crazy, eating out, drinking, smoking weed, doing graffiti, taking mushrooms and exploring hiking trails, and having the best week of our lives. Then we'd spend the last of our savings on a nice hotel room, take our sn drink, put on some music. We'd leave our notes on our bedside tables, we'd close all the curtains and shut off the lights.
Then we'd just lay on the bed holding hands or cuddling, maybe we'll occasionally exchange updates, but they'll become less and less frequent as we both slip into unconsciousness.
The cleaning staff will find our dead bodies entangled in each other.
Is this really so much to ask for...
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