#boydbaeulieu

i think it’s seahorses and rocks and shells. that’s what the sand is made of? boyd nodded resolutely. because it comes from the sea and if you look close you can see the shells. and it’s seahorses because they have the different colors and its rocks because you can see them. and it has to have stars too because some parts shine the same the way i see sometimes at night. how do the stars get in the sand?  i guess that’s the next thing we’ll have to figure out, isn’t it?

alice: white and blue ceramic mugs, staring at the ceiling until you start so see patterns, pillow creases on pink cheeks, running to catch the bus in oxford shoes, train tickets used as bookmarks, sitting on the kitchen counter while you’re brewing tea, tender dreams fading from your memory

cedrick hadn’t been able to help himself; he’d pulled boyd forward into a hug, ignoring his child’s startled grunt and burying his face in his soft blond hair. he’d held him close, wishing he could protect him from the world, from cedrick, from himself, from vivienne, from everything, just by having a strong enough grip. just by feeling love so powerful that it choked his breath and silenced his voice. 

😱 i know!

OR a sunny spring day in the park holding hands and feeding pigeons, then i chase them away

for my sunflower girl 😌

okay srsly ya’ll need to stop alice can u pls make adriana stop she just called me ethereal beauty after a sleepless night and i cannot deal with her can you take her away @ktrovosky

nah, just a smartass 😌