Crocodile James

My name is Devan, I am:

⭐️non-binary/genderfluid

⭐️polyamorous

⭐️queer

Things I love:

⭐️music

⭐️poetry

⭐️roller skating

⭐️Bowie

⭐️my partners

⭐️my friends

There will be NSFW content on this blog, both original and reposted. Anything tagged #journal is me vomiting my thoughts. Anything tagged with a letter (ie. #K) is about a specific person, probably a friend or partner. Anything tagged with #hehe haha is something I reblogged while high and stupid, because I was simply so entertained and I could not be arsed with the effort it’d require to restrain myself from doing so. Read THAT five times fast. Yeah im high right now

Minors DNI.

Main blog @strawberrywoman, I post all my (mostly) sfw writing/poems there.

Life is fast. You don’t know how fast it is. It’s like being on a roller coaster, and the ride is almost over. This is so fun, I’m scared, it’s almost over.

I’m so fucking annoyed with my bosses and their consistent resistance to paying me for the full amount of time I spend at work 😀 hi guys, the money actually isn’t coming out of your own pockets so WHY DO YOU FUCKING CARE SO MUCH

I seriously wonder if this man can handle the way my emotions fluctuate. I go FAST, too fast. Is this normal? Am I asking or giving too much? Is this okay? Am I going to be okay?

Apples are such a good high snack, w u t

At the end of a bad day, I want to come home and cry. I want to sit wordlessly in my lover’s lap, without having to put on an expression. I want them to hold my face in their hands. I want them to help me pull my shirt off over my head, kissing my neck and shoulders as we go. I want lots of long pauses where foreheads settle against one another and breaths slow in tandem. Then a deep, synchronized inhale. I want increasing desperation as our bodies come home to each other, frantic for wholeness. I want to be held so closely and so tightly that I don’t feel alone in my body anymore. I want to be reminded that everything is okay. This is not then, this is now. Here, nothing else exists but us and nothing else matters. I want them to make me look them in the eyes as they say it so that I really hear it, all the way down. I want my tears to come easily and without permission, and I want to fall asleep unmoving in my lover’s arms. I would wake up the next day shiny and new, the aches of the previous day forgotten and the hole in my heart filled right up.