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He is your brother in everything but blood. Your home smelled like him - like mint and old books and too much thinking.  He has slept in your bed one time too many for him to be just a friend. He smells like your pillowcase, and it’s thrilling. You consider him - his mussed hair, the way he mumbles in his sleep, the promises he whispers into your shoulder. You are not supposed to love him like this. You are not supposed to want to taste his smile or want to be his. “Dream me the world,” he says and laughs. He has no idea that you would do it for him in a heartbeat.

Waiting for ya rp/ship partner to reply back and hit you with them feels

I wanted him as a thirsty person desires water, without feelings, without even wanting to be happy.

I WANTED TO BE LOVED SO DESPERATELY THAT MY FINGERS SHOOK WITH IT I AM NOT BEAUTIFUL BUT I COULD BE