i like it when boys kiss

I have this recurring daydream of Hans and Henry exploring the countryside—playing in the rivers and lakes in the day. Sipping wine, eating delicious food, being so totally absorbed in each other that they don’t notice anything or anyone at all. They’d get sun kissed skin and seek shelter from the intense summer heat under the canopies of trees and the sun would dance through the leaves and dapple their skin with warmth. The air would be so filled with the smell of flora and wheat and freshness. Henry would roll his pants up and walk in the streams—pick on Hans and his noble reservations. I could go on and on. The imagery is lucid and so sooooo saccharine in my head.

Reference used here, as it so happens they actually have a tumblr. It’s @adorkastock .