Is There Really Anything Else We Need Besides Music And Friends?

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

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 favorite part of loving someone is feeling the butterflies in my stomach dissolve. the anxiety and uncertainty eventually subsides and that person just feels like home

Chloe realizing from Georgia and Summer that religion and queerness aren’t mutually exclusive and that queer people can be religious means so much to me

Sometimes, when I walk into a church, I’m not sure I’m supposed to be there, even though it feels like home. Home hasn’t always been a good place for me to be.

I kissed Shara Wheeler, Casey McQuiston

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

when ben platt said

“i want your friends to be my friends

i’ll make you breakfast in your bed

i want it all with you

and if I'm coming on too strong

it's 'cause i've waited far too long

for someone just like you”

i felt that in the most sapphic way possible.

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 love him.”

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“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

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photos that radiate the feeling of comfort and home.