to do a boy’s makeup and peck his nose afterwards.

instead of someone playing with my hair, they could put it up before i leave the house. put it in a pony/pig tails, braid it, half up half down, etc.

imagine having matching patches with your lover(s). ‘vampire bf’ and 'werewolf bf’, 'scientist bf’ and 'zombie bf’, 'nerd bf’ and 'gamer bf’, etc.

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I have so many beautiful pictures of him and I love him so much. I wanna write him love letters and poems and songs, I wanna paint him art, I wanna do so much and he’s so gorgeous. He’s so pretty and he’s so cute and nice, I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND I WANNA SCREAM!!!

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I gave him flowers a few days ago and it turns out he’s NEVER gotten them before??? LIKE HOW??? Who in their right MIND wouldn’t give him flowers??? He’s so pretty and amazing and sweet and nice, and you’re NOT gonna give him flowers??? Jesus H CHRIST bestie.

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I stole one of his hoodies yesterday and he had the GAUL to take the other one BAAAACK, I SEE HOW IT IS ✋, I SEE HOW IT IS!!! NO EXPLANATION NEEDED✋✋✋!!!! /j /sarc /lh /nm

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His dimples are adorable, the gap in his teeth is fantastic, his hair is beautiful, his laugh is warm, his hands are comfortable, his nose is cute, his cheeks are perfectly shaped, his face is just beautiful and handsome all around, his body is pretty, his voice is calming, his personality is welcoming and amazing.

He’s like warm soup on a cold day, and he makes things better and more enjoyable. And I know it’s too early to say this, but I love that man. I’ve known him for a year and he’s always just bright and makes things better, we might have only recently started dating, but he’s always just been a warm person to be around. This is literally just be ranting about my boyfriend, I will not be judged.

yeah… i could lay on my tummy… and it could be an open invitation for your to lay or be right on top of me..and you can have your way however you want.

it’s 6 am and it’s still very dark out. the air is chilled and cold. i’ll let out a small groan as i woke up too early again. turning over to cuddle my boyfriend and dig my face into his chest and nuzzle him with little mumbles wishing he would wake up. he’ll groan and run his fingers through my hair and ruffle it. placing a soft kiss ontop of my head as he asks, “let’s get some early breakfast going sweetheart, okay?”

eating strawberries with your lover, sharing the sweet flavor with small kisses in between eating, light amounts of sugar being placed on top of the strawberries, your lover telling you that you are just as sweet as these strawberries. their little strawberry boy.

i’m such a soft boy. i will literally be like, “okay!! ” if a man simply told me to, “Come here my love.” i am just too eager to be loved and always wanting attention.

oh, for a man to trace his thumb and rub at my healed scars softly. those that represent hardship and pain, those that represent my battles upon myself only and others, and those of gender affirming surgery upon my chest. for him to kiss at and make me giggle and feel like i’m complete and loved fully. for him to tell me he loves me. a flushed heat rising in my face as i just wish for more and more.

he loves your body so tenderly and respectfully, caressing what you think are flaws, but, to him, they are what he loves most. there’s not a lot out there telling you your flaws are loveable. that you, yourself, are loveable.