#wlw texposts

all I’m saying is if you were a medieval princess who ran away from your kingdom after a marriage was arranged for you to some shitty suitor you hated and I was an outlawed hunter who hung out in the forest and didn’t follow anyone’s rules but my own, I WOULD let you hide out in my humble little cottage for the night and make you tea and admire your ethereal beauty by the candlelight 👉👈

What if we were sat on your bed, listening to hozier, everything dark except for the warm glow of your fairy lights, and I traced your face and hair and kissed your smiling lips while Cherry Wine serenaded us in the background.

I am LOSING MY MIND over the idea of taking a girl to the Christmas stalls in town and buying hot chocolate and pancakes and hand-knitted scarves... OBSESSED with the concept of going into town in the evening to look at all the pretty lights and maybe getting a kiss underneath them... going wild, I tell you

I just think as gays we don’t crash straight pride parades enough. Why don’t we??? The opportunity is there. And there’s nothing gays love more than making fun of straight people, so why don’t we join them when they’re making a joke of themselves???

Hey quick question why is nobody tenderly loving me rn and writing pretty little poems about me while cuddling me softly, with music playing in the background?

Being tall is nice but??? Swinging your legs because you can’t reach the floor??? Good. Pure. Yes. Swinging your legs while they’re in water??? Even better??? Having the girl you like sitting next to you, also swinging her legs, while you absent mindedly talk about anything that comes to your head??? GOD YES