he’s my baby boy he’s 34 he’s not real I would kill for him

honestly if you knew the depth of my love and devotion to The Character you would be sick

Now draw him vulnerable and slightly disheveled in a suit

Thinking about him. that old man

The radius of my affection is greater than the distance this life puts between us

fear and hate is temporary. t4t selfshipping is forever. reblog if you cried

I don’t want casual I want you to eat me alive

That actually happened to me a couple hundred years ago

yo 44 year Old man please let Me bite You

wising you a very sleeping on your f/os chest so you can hear their hearbeat or vice versa. wishing you a very instinctively moving towards one another and pulling eachother close and holding on tighter in sleep. wishing you a very one quietly talking to the other who's spouting off sleeptalk-nonsense in loose responses. wishing you a very ignoring blankets in favor of eachothers warmth. wishing you a very kisses to the crown of the forehead and the cheek and the collarbone and the shoulder and the crook of the jaw right where it meets the neck. ok?

Imagine helping your f/o relax. Massaging their back, massaging their scalp. They don't say much, but you can hear a big, relaxed, sigh. You can see their face loosen up. They love it. They love you.

Cuddling with your f/o and being indecisive about your positioning, so every once in a while, you adjust yourself differently, and they effortlessly accommodate your changes every time. They know you so well, and they’re unbothered by your pickiness, simply lifting their arm and resting it over you again once you’ve made yourself comfortable, or even wordlessly adjusting themselves for you. Maybe while they’re asleep, too, they naturally make space for you beside them. They’re just happy to have you next to them.