silas

there was no perfect path. you did not get punished. your life did not unravel when you made a left turn. the memory will always be there. you can visit whenever you want. there is no alternate timeline where you made a better choice and got a happier ending. you were a little girl chasing the ice cream truck, playing hopscotch, swinging and aiming for the never ending blue. yes, the grief was waiting up ahead. but so was the miracle of saturdays in a car headed wherever you wanted to go. enough sky to wrap around every wound. friends who, despite your perennial bouts of silence, kept an ear close at all times.

concept: a boy who loves you with his whole heart. a boys who’s smile makes your soul feel lighter. a boy who’s hands envelop yours and make you feel safe, a boy who gives the best hugs. a boy who doesn’t care about your dynamics presentation, or what the relationship looks like from the outside, but just loves you with every piece of himself

they wanted him dead for his sad brown eyes and his slut waist

i want to run my hands through his hair while he naps in my lap

want to sit on your lap and look in your eyes, play with your hair and feel your hands on me. (bonus for make out sessions)