shower thoughts (but gay this time)

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heated rivalry becoming mainstream popular is so scary. what do you mean i get to watch my straight girl acquaintance’s snapchat story and see her fujoshing out for the first time in her life

being in love feels like a sunbeam on your face, it tastes like a fresh-peeled clementine, it smells like the fresh earth after a spring rain

“non-drowsy” benadryl? what’s the point then

his lips are so soft on mine, his touch so tender. i never knew i could be loved in a way that mattered this much before

*through gritted teeth* i am gonna make it. through this year. if it kills me.

i love physical touch, but sometimes nothing compares to seeing your beloved’s face light up when you give them a gift. something handcrafted and meticulously planned, something hastily bought at a gas station with a little scribbled message on a post-it note. “it’s the thought that counts” is an overused phrase, but there really is no greater gift than knowing those you love continue to care about you when you’re not around.

tell your friends you love them and tell them the things you love about them. tell him he has really pretty eyes, tell her you look forward to getting to see her every day in between classes, tell them their outfits are always on point and you wish you could do eyeliner that well. put a little love out into the world and you’ll be surprised at how much you get back in return

sorry for the delay between posts… i’m so busy at college this semester (i’m taking ten classes and like fifteen credit hours? ouch) and i’m almost too tired to be gay let alone write about it lol. i’m hoping as my schedule clears up that i’ll be able to be more active again!

music is such a beautiful way to love

sorry i haven’t been into work (posting) recently. it’s just. the my chemical romance

oh fuck i accidentally murdered four ants in cold blood on my walk home from work. i am a killer. i will struggle with this moral conundrum for the rest of my days. i need to turn myself in to the cops

palm reading might be superstition, but hands can be the windows into someone’s life in so many other ways. calluses, scrapes, scratches, scars; they can convey a whole life in just a cursory glance. bumps and dimples in your fingers from holding a pencil or a phone or a paintbrush. stained fingertips, closely-bit nails- a glimpse into the day of a stranger. there’s a reason holding hands is so intimate.

yeah sorry i don’t think i can make it into work today. yeah. uh huh. well, there’s this war going on between the ants that live in front of my apartment and i’ve actually been hired as a wartime reporter. mhm. yeah i guess this is my formal notice. yeah. sorry, i know this is important to you but i’ve got an interview lined up with some ants in a few minutes and i really need to go do that. so. mhm. yeah, talk to you later.

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