Headless John The Baptist Hitchhiking, C.T. Salazar

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

Nick Nelson yelling "YOU'RE MY BOYFRIEND! I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! WE'RE BOYFRIENDS!" with such joy while carrying Charlie Spring in his arms on a beach is exactly how i want young gay love to be portrayed. slay Alice Oseman fr

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

I'd like to go pottery painting with a cute girl and get paint all over our hands while making cute mugs for each other with cute messages painted on the bottom.

moodboard inspired by Dress (Taylor swift)

30 day moodboard challenge with @thestral-queen-rules

Day 1: a song that has been stuck in your head for a very long time

"She peels an orange, separates it in perfect halves, and gives one of them to me. If I could wear it like a friendship bracelet, I would. Instead I swallow it section by section and tell myself it means even more this way. To chew and to swallow in silence with her. To taste the same thing in the same moment."

- We Are Okay, Nina Lacour

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

oh to be the girl who makes it til the end of a horror movie caked in blood

brushing hands with them while we walk is so painful. the urge to hold their hand and pull them closer is downright overwhelming

"Enough Music" by Dorianne Laux.