let me buy you a gas station milkshake and chips let me make you bracelets let me play video games with you let me give you watercolor paintings made on pages i tore out of my sketchbook let me hold your hand let me

What if we went to a library and we held hands and we looked for pretty book covers and got books we already read that remind us of one another?

And then we cuddled while reading in one of those big comfy chairs and end up falling asleep on each other while dreaming of how we would probably find each other in every universe?

And also we're both boys.

that moment when he’s staring into my eyes so softly and looking at me like he’s seen an angel and i just melt into him because i can’t handle how beautiful he is.

the way i’d kill to be laying in bed with a pretty boy rn

I LOVE BEING T4T

i want to love him until my lungs give in. i want my mornings to look like cuddling into him, kissing his chest, and saying “good morning, i missed you in my sleep”, because any moment not conscious with him is a moment i would rather be soaking in his presence

my hair is so soft what if a pretty boy like played with it idk just a thought

i kind of want to just kiss a boy all over his face

My ankle hurts so fucking much, but being comfy in my bed makes me feel so soft

I want to cuddle up next to a boy and rest my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat while we just lay happily together and talk about nothing

man if only he knew what he does to me (with the intent of never telling him)

Falling peacefully asleep thinking of their face, their voice, their heart, their brain, the way they breath, the way their eyes glow, and that smile they give me, and how I'll get to wake up and see and talk and be with them all over again tomorrow like I always do

Ugh… This boy has me down horrendous.

living with your partner is like waking up every day to the sun in your bed. you feel safe. you feel warm. you smile a little. you stretch and you ask for cuddles because he’s already awake, he has been for ages. he was being quiet so you could sleep.

hey, bf? open your chest cavity so i can step inside and always be apart of you. i promise to curl gently around your beating heart snd make sure nothing goes wrong. and if i just so happen to partake in the flesh of humanity? well.. i know you wouldn’t mind

i want some boy to wear my leather jacket all the time

instant tears every time we have to hang up for the night just because he isn’t here with me. i would kill for my head to be against his chest, and to be in his loving arms.