Thinkin' Bout Our Frosted Friends

dandelions are magic. literally tiny suns in the grass that turn into the moon and then the stars when you blow on them. fucking insane.

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

he will never be too much for me. i want him to hug me until the last possible second, i want him to tell me how happy i make him every five minutes, i want him to tell as many people as he can about me, i want him to text me and tell me how much he misses me two minutes after i leave, i want him to send me songs and tumblr posts that remind him of me, i want him to tell me about his day, i want to listen to him infodump, i want to just listen to him. i will never tell him that he is too much because he isn’t. he’s my boy and i want everyone to know it.

this. that is all.

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