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ok this is very specific but i wanna be an eclectic, gay art teacher. that super nonjudgemental art teacher thats just psyched youre there and doesnt care what your art looks like bc thats not what the class is about. my room would be decorated w art made by other lgbts and pictures of my husband. id dress like if billy porter and miss frizzle had to dress a librarian itd be amazing.
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Are you ever just joking with your boyfriend and you’re both laughing your asses off, and you look over at him smiling and you think to yourself, wow he has such a beautiful laugh, wow this is what love feels like
boys in tuxes >\\\\<
Ahh they’re so prettyyyyy
I wish my boyfriend was here so I could kiss him
I get flustered when pretty boys compliment me!!! Ahhhh!!!!!
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i miss him. if i stay still and close my eyes i can almost imagine he’s here. i can rake through my memories and try to relive it, even though it’s a ghost of a touch. a ghost of him.
 i remember what it’s like to be in his arms, my face buried somewhere in his chest, warmth filling my chest as i finally relax into a sleepy state.Â
i remember holding his hand in the hallways as we joked, his laughter sounded like music to me, his smile it’s own piece of art to me.Â
i remember the weight of his hand on my shoulder whenever i was upset, a reminder that he was there, something to ground me when i needed it.Â
i remember him kissing me on the cheek, something sweet that filled my stomach with butterflies, as i would try and stutter a response, both of us grinning and happy.
i remember it all. i know i always long for the past, but i can’t help but imagine doing it all again and more. imagining brings its own pains, a void that cannot be filled. i miss him.
Pick some dandelions and tie them to the fence in your bfs backyard.
i think dilfs should be a protected species
