#-rd

okay i'm going to sleep everybody make sure that post about op being a puppydog gets one million notes ok?

realising that some of you follower folk actually have never seen this blog before it was openly plural. wild. and on the flipside, hello, we're guys, if anybody's been here two years and missed the updating pinned post entirely

sometimes all it takes to feel a little bit better is imagining sharing a foxhole with your war buddy in the winter time, forcing you to move closer and closer to him for warmth. you know its what you have to do to survive but you feel something inside you that appreciates it a bit more, and you hope he feels it too. you don't speak and you don't move, but in that moment you know theres nothing needed to be said, only things needed to be felt. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to brush your hand against his, though?