#mlm things
if only i knew how to play guitar. if i did, you bet your ass i would be serenading pretty boys left and right because they deserve it.
(wlm/nblm dni)
i want to fall in love with him, starting with the tattoo on his shoulder and moving out from there. bit by bit, i want to know every part of him. i want it to start by asking, so why’d you get that tat? and never stop.
(wlm/nblm dni)
I want to show him all the art I have saved, and for him to help me pick out where I’m going to place them. Tell him the meaning of all the dates, flowers and paws that litter my arms. I want him to trace the outlines, and it to light my skin on fire as though it’s the first time anyone has made contact with me.
i want to fall in love with him, starting with the tattoo on his shoulder and moving out from there. bit by bit, i want to know every part of him. i want it to start by asking, so why’d you get that tat? and never stop.
(wlm/nblm dni)
hm it sure would be nice to lie down with you in the woods and get lost and then never come back to human civilization. let’s just, i don’t know, become fae boyfriends out in the wilderness or something. that’d be cool.
(mlm only)
life is short
gettopped
life is short
top
you go you funky tops ily
life is short
doboth
we could sit up for hours in the night and fall in love to the sound of the westworld soundtrack
(mlm only)
i love it when you kiss my tummy, i’ll run my hands through your hair and giggle so much from how much it tickles, you always come back up to kiss my lips and its so, so intoxicating, so sweet, so lovely.
is it just me or does every gay who was a kid back then expected a new year’s day kiss from someone, like it would happen in our lives one day??? cause god, i could really use a kiss from a cute boy right now on this new year’s day.
why when gay people like each other, we automatically check our zodiacs like its part of the process and a REQUIREMENT!??
go ahead and squish my tummy and cheeks and make me feel so blazed in a heated blush as all you do is admire your sweet, little boy who is becoming putty in your hands.
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.
“so are we together?”
god. i went to say something and my heart broke every time i thought of saying anything but yes. god i want to be with him. anything that involves him is pure heaven.
