used to think it terribly silly (and kinda funny) when fantasy or sci-fi stories would have people refer to major recent historical events as The Flood or The Incident or The Revolution, and im sure historians fucking hate that because it's not helpful or descriptive, but we sure do be calling it The Pandemic

I'm doubling all prosperity today. have fun everyone prosperity is doubled for the next 24 hours

an ice cold beer topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. lying on top of the ice cream foam is a salted peanut. this is the angel. around him are sprinkles (his tears). this is "the angel's lament", my new cocktail

Never theonk agian

hugging until we smell like each other. that's it. that's the whole point.

the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.

Every time I see you is a gift

I truly want to make you the happiest

being alive is a blessing when I’m with you

oh, to work in a small town store with your lover, dancing with them during the slow hours, embarrassing and teasing them when they're talking with regulars, leaving them little notes hidden throughout the shop

I want to sit with a boy in silence. Comfortable silence. His hand playing with my hair as i messed with his drawstrings, asking dumb questions about random things. I want to gently press kisses onto his thighs and snuggle into him, fall asleep on him only to wake up in his arms the next morning with the sun hitting his face just right while he looked absolutely perfect under it. I want to cherish a boy in a way that feels safe and not obsessive and gnawing. Where it’s mutual comfort in each other and im not wholly consumed with thought a of him but rather comforted by him in my life even if we’re not with each other

There’s soup on the stove and a bruise from last week I’d like you to kiss again. Dinner and a show.