❤je t'aime❤

man: *wears a crop top that shows off his happy trail*

Really wish I was huggin a guy right now, cupping his face in my hands and kissing all of it, and holding him so close to me that he knows I love him with all my heart. I wish I could make someone feel loved like that.

I wanna curl up next to a boy and gently kiss his face until we both fall asleep holding each other. I want his love and happiness to be the last thing I remember before I drift into a deep slumber, and I want him to awaken with that same love so he has something positive to start the day with.

I just want a boy who will sit on my lap and watch movies with me

it’s a thinly veiled lie it’s suicide, it’s murder it’s hands between legs and unspoken oh that feels good’s

“Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. Crossed out. Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something underneath the floorboards. Crossed out. And here is the tabernacle reconstructed. Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it.”

“Just don’t touch me, not yet, or not here. Something inside feels broken, a number that can no longer be dialed. I have desired so many times and so many things, by some law of no return. But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.”

“Then if we die we die together (yes, we’ll remain one,) / If we go anywhere we’ll go together.”

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”