Please starve with feeling.

Well that’s put a dampener on things

Thinking about you so much that I forget to eat

I just LOVE malnutrition.

So it’s a short relationship then

Certain kinds of love can cause permanent “organ” damage

I have never heard of a starvation fetish. Or is that a way to practice abstinence?

My wife went through this trying to fit into her wedding dress.

“Meet my fiancé, Anna Rexia.”

How could live without my organ? I play it almost every day!

Starving children of the world – don’t do it!

Never mind the organ damage, I’m in love with a piano.

Love Is a Many Damaged Thing
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Malnutritio? Is that a character in one of Shakespeare’s plays?

I’m just a lovesick fool.

So, if you love food – no problem!

If music be the food of love, play on my organ.

Love hurts,
Love scars,
Love wounds and marks,
Love kills.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it was, and always will be yours. If it never returns, it probably starved.

This relationship is killing me.

What a lovely theme for a T-Shirt. Why not make one about Diarrhoe ? Oh I guess we had that already…

Kill pig food!

Turns out the fruits of love are mostly empty calories.

It doesn’t do your piano much good either.

If you ar living on the fruits of love, stop throwing the skins out of the window.

Toiled love

I can’t count the number of times love has damaged my organ.

So I *have* been looking for love in all the wrong places! No more Burger King for me!

As if “damage” isn’t enough, gotta add that ‘s’!

I shall cast my starvation spell!

Malnutritio toiled!

you love me so much you forget to eat?

that’s either Alzheimer’s or adhd

“It’s a song of a merryman, moping mum,
Whose soul was sad, and whose glance was glum,
Who sipped no sup, and he craved no crumb,
As he sighed for the love of a ladye.”

Jack Point in Gilbert and Sullivan’s “Yeoman Of The Guard”

@Droll Not Troll: No, I think he’s in an Edgar Allan Poe story.

Yeah, so what’s the downside?

A gypsy rover came over the hill
Down through the valley so shady.
He whistled and he sang ’til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-doo-dah-day
Ah-dee-doo-ah-dee-day-dee
He whistled and he sang ’til the green woods rang
And he won the heart of a lady.

She left her father’s castle gate.
She left her own fine lover.
She left her servants and her state
To follow her gypsy rover.

(Old Irish folk song – origin unknown.

Gotta get that as my next anniversary gift to my beloved.

“…Yeah, right, what you said…okay uhh…here’s to love…*clinks glass* cheers…” *looks sideways suspiciously