sad boy hours

i want to wake up next to you and whisper good morning with my hair messed up from the pillow. i want to cup a mug of hot coffee in my hands and look at you like you mean the world to me because you do. i want to go on stupid dates and laugh at nothing. i want to argue over what movie to watch with you and enjoy it anyway. i want to fight over the blanket. i want evenings in the kitchen making a dinner i know you love. i want to spend hours telling you about that show and this podcast because you love how excited i get. i want cosy nights in and falling asleep on the sofa. i want to spend my life with you and know i didn’t waste a single second of it.

me: *ignores any sign my body gives me that it needs water/food/rest/exercise/being cared for*

i fucking can’t with apple keyboards. i’m trying to write here and everytime i say tongue my fucking phone’s like

reasons i have written fanfiction that headcannon harry as trans:

i like writing fluff, it’s fun and i maybe project.