yes i want to know your favourite color, how you like your coffee made, what music you like or what fictional character you like best. but let me ask you how do you want to be loved, if you think soulmates are real or should i just outwardly admit that i want to love you on purpose, what makes you you, what poem always brings you to tears. i want to know what love is to you so i can do just that and even more, i want to see you, inside and out, and i crave to be seen as well.

are they... you know... *plays a beautiful and complex melody on an imaginary piano*

got banned from femboy hooters for putting estrogen in the tip jar

Sometimes you stress yourself out to the point of tears and then u have to coax urself off the ledge by reminding urself that nothing is ever that fucking serious . It works out how it works out the point is we put in the effort

happy “the only way out is through” september

ever since I was a young lad I knew I wanted to be a middle-aged man with an undone tie around his neck who’s having a crisis so he goes to the bathroom to splash water on his face only to look up at himself in the mirror and wonder at the stranger looking back

"You were in my dreams last night" yeah our souls have been clawing through our chests to get to each other since we met but I'm glad you noticed

my bravest knighttt... come hither ..... mmmwah !! ok you are dismissed