#making Myself Cry Again Today (╥﹏╥)

The first day we met, I drew a fish and an eye on his whiteboard. The second time we met, he told me he kept them. It has been half a year, and the fish and the eye are still there. To me, love looks like a fish and an eye.

-my poem

Sapphic fairies, x

by erich schütz and hans zatzka! ♡

ACTUALLY it’s

I’LL BE CLEANING UP BOTTLES WITH YOU ON NEW YEARS DAY, February, March, DO YOU REALLY WANNA KNOW WHERE I WAS APRIL 29th, May, THE BEST AND WORST DAY OF JUNE, THAT JULY 9th THE BEAT OF YOUR HEART, SALT AIR AND THE RUST ON YOUR DOOR, SEPTEMBER SAW A MONTH OF TEARS, October, NOVEMBER FLUSH AND YOUR FLANNEL CURE, and BACK TO DECEMBER all the time thank you

my favourite thing ever is looking at notebooks of people who are long gone. it's just, something about seeing their handwriting, seeing a physical and intimate proof that they too existed and had ideas and thoughts and had so much to say and worry about, makes me feel like I am not wasting my time. and if they could go through it and live a life, I can too. to see their minds at work, story ideas, letters, poems, all in their handwriting... head in hands

#fuck I want this with my girlfriend

Let’s go on a date to the art museum and draw pictures of each other imitating a great artist’s style. At the end of the day, let’s go home and slow dance to our favourite music before cuddling on the couch and falling asleep

kinda miss sitting in restaurants with my friends loudly having what is clearly the weirdest conversation the couple two tables over has heard all week and pretending not to notice them chuckle at my jokes but making sure to throw in enough exposition to give them context if they’re still listening

I cannot leave her side when she’s near, I want to hold her, drink in her scent and study the movements of her body and face, her actions have become a new language of its own that I hope to become fluent in

I paint flowers so they will not die.

𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟸 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

friends to lovers never had a bad track. “scared i’ll ruin what we have” SLAPS. “friendship cuddles while secretly dying inside” BANGER. “teasing each other and holding eye contact for a little too long” KILLS ME. and don’t even get me STARTED on “screaming i love you in the middle of a heated argument.”