boyfriends sitting down under a tree holding hands and thinking about each other
“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”
— Maya Angelou
love is that first bite of a chocolate covered strawberry
love is seeing a fresh bouquet of roses on a day where everything else seems so grey
love is that feeling when you wake up in the morning, and your bed is just too comfortable to get out of
love is chicken noodle soup when you feel sick
love is their hands giving you the warm bowl, and their voice telling you not to burn your tongue
love is the laughter you share when it happens anyway…
love is feeling like nothing else matters when you’re together
I just want to hold a boy in my arms. His soft hair tickling my nose. I kiss the top of his head, him holding my hands as they are wrapped around his waist. I want a boy to hold my face in his hands and kiss me so gently. I need a boy to bring me to surprise dates, holding my hand as we go on a ferris wheel, or share his cotton candy with me. Having a decent apartment with him, walking downtown and just going to random junk stores. Having picnics with the cakes and cookies we baked together. A boy I can have a full conversation with just silence. Him doing my nails, making me pretty with his makeup. Owning a cat with him. Staying up at night and watching movies. Seeing him stim while he gets excited, him being nonverbal and letting me hold him throughout it. Him cuddling me as I have an episode. Him giving me reassurance without me asking. Him being so giggly and happy around me. Me smiling so much around this boy. God.
Wrote this at like 4am,, oops
I want to bury my face in a man's chest and be held tightly by him
can we just snuggle for a long while? take it in turns to have your arm around the other? maybe have a film or music on in the background?
just us two, just snuggling
i think there’s a reason
why former love tears us apart
it’s so one day
when we find our other half
we know what it feels like
to truly be whole
it’s as simple as sitting outside and watching the snow fall
hot chocolate in hand, head on his shoulder
and finally, in a world that’s always been so cold to us, we feel warm
Aesthetics and writings of a sad gay. He/him, call me Z. Occasionally NSFW, MDNI. Newest piece is always pinned at the top 💜
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