#queer brainrot

Not to be sappy or anything but i wanna make out with a girl all soft and slow n shit, feel her hands in my hair and on my lower back as i'm in her lap and we're lazily cuddling for hours . . . i swear my heart will burst from how happy she looks as she pulls away, laughing about how warm i feel against her

Is it a queerplatonic relationship? Is it gender envy? Is it a deep intimate friendship? Is it borderline romantic? Friends to Lovers? Lovers to Friends? Are we platonic soulmates? Are we . . . Semi-crushes? Language is arbitrary and I don't even know anymore. But I do know that I was made to cherish people intensely and openly so in the end, it doesnt matter what we call ourselves because I will always love you one way or another

*lightbulb flickering above my head* i have an idea!! It needs me, and you, and a comfy bed, and those little smile lines at the corners of your lips, and ten million years of kissing and cuddling as we interlock our hands :33 sound cool bro?

I think if we made out long enough, our problems would melt away preferable forever but who's keeping track anyway :33

Does he even realize how cute he is . . . Like what the fuck bro i wanna hold your face in my palms and make out with you under the moon . . . It's insane, like hE WEARS GLASSES TOOOO AND HE CANT EVEN SEE HOW HE CUTE HE LOOKS IN A MIRROR 😫😫

Me and my crippling desire to be loved as hard as I give it 🤩

Need some new hobbies . . . I already have reading, writing, pining and bawling my eyes out to music . . . but does dreaming about kissing him under the stars count too?