thinking about platonic cuddling with eddie... i just believe he'd be so refreshingly safe to touch. there's no expectation with him, no fear of any gesture being misinterpreted or taken for something it's not. you can huddle in as close as you'd like to, rest your cheek on his chest or warm your nose in his neck; smooth your hand over his bare tummy, wrap your legs up with his however you'd like, thread fingers through his hair and twirl or braid a little strand; ask for him to hold you tighter, closer, rub a warm hand over your back or along your arm, hum a favorite tune in his rumbly chest that always lulls you to sleep. there's no judgment or embarrassment or hesitation. he treats it all as pleasantly unremarkable, comfort purely for it's own sake—never, ever as a means to an end, never waiting for some opportunity to escalate, because he enjoys the simplicity of it just as much. though, you might fluster him a little bit if you get too greedy.

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I love environmental storytelling

Its fucking hieroglyphs with you people

devastating: artist who has not practiced fundamentals enough to execute high concept idea eats shit

i'm sorry i never did your tag game. i love you

Wishing you a relaxed nervous system

i love writing out numbers and then putting them in parentheses like "one (1)" even when i dont need to i think its funny