there are so many words to describe love. passion, sweetness, or gentle. i’ve never been good with words. when i opened my mouth i always found things coming out so jumbled and messy. i could never pair the right letters to say what i needed to, when i needed to. that was until i met them. when i met them everything clicked. they were the sun. they were shaking hands and whispering secrets in the darkness. they were every word i have ever imagined to speak. they put the syllables together and made me speak poetry. they told me with the curve of their waist how to make the vowels sound pretty when i pronounced their name. with the gentle shimmer in their eyes, and the chip in their tooth, they’ve taught me how to speak. how to love.
sokka: let’s play 20 questions
zuko: uh, okay. what’s your favorite color?
sokka: dog. are you into boys?
Lou Sullivan trans man activist in his bedroom six months before he died of AIDS in 1991. Photographed by Mariette Pathy Allen (source)
troy from community is so aggressively bisexual why are we one in the same
i want to cuddle with someone for the night. i want someone to pet my hair, and for me to play with theirs. i want to hold hands. i want someone to calm me down when im panicking in the middle of the night. i want to wake up in someone's arms.
“愛してる”
“Nagligivaget”
hey (with the intention of sharing a clementine with you)
would u be down to be friends? i can offer animal pictures :]
YES i would love to be your friend oh my god wait i can provide animal pictures too omg this is so cool
Wanting to take a boy on a picnic and gather flowers for him please