Sad-gay-aesthetics - Sad Gay Aesthetics

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

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

have you ever loved someone so much

that even after they break your heart

you just want them to be okay

i want the small but significant things. the goodbye and hello kisses, knowing how they like their tea/ coffee, taking care of them when they’re sick, „i got that thing you mentioned“, falling asleep in each other’s arms and them being the first thing you see when you wake up, lazily making out, being a shoulder to cry on, cooking together and for each other, making memories together … sharing our lives until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins

boyfriends sitting down under a tree holding hands and thinking about each other

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

via weheartit

there’s something so incredibly soft about the phrase “this made me think of you.” or, “this reminded me of you.” like!!!! being known is scary but then people see fragments of you in the world around them and can’t help but share that love and i think that’s beautiful.