I Tried To Escape But His Love Arrow Had Already Reached Me

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

—H.G. Wells, The Time Machine

#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

I don't know what to do

hey (with the intention of playing with your fingers)

you’re in her dms, i’m staring at her from across our classroom imagining holding her hand, we are not the same

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

i think there will always be a part of you in whatever art i create. your essence will be in every poem i scribble on the last few pages of my notebook, on every page i type out on a word document and with every few strokes of paint that i line onto a canvas.

i will carry you with me forever, immortalising you in artwork, because isn't that what love really is? art.

Mary Oliver, “Late Spring,” in Felicity