Dog Teeth #317

And run my FINGERS through his HAIR

I want to KISS my nonexistent BOYFRIEND

“Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.”

— Maya Angelou

boyfriends sitting down under a tree holding hands and thinking about each other

there’s something so incredibly soft about the phrase “this made me think of you.” or, “this reminded me of you.” like!!!! being known is scary but then people see fragments of you in the world around them and can’t help but share that love and i think that’s beautiful.

love is that first bite of a chocolate covered strawberry

love is seeing a fresh bouquet of roses on a day where everything else seems so grey

love is that feeling when you wake up in the morning, and your bed is just too comfortable to get out of

love is chicken noodle soup when you feel sick

love is their hands giving you the warm bowl, and their voice telling you not to burn your tongue

love is the laughter you share when it happens anyway…

love is feeling like nothing else matters when you’re together

i deserve to have a pretty boy giving me hickeys right now

i want the small but significant things. the goodbye and hello kisses, knowing how they like their tea/ coffee, taking care of them when they’re sick, „i got that thing you mentioned“, falling asleep in each other’s arms and them being the first thing you see when you wake up, lazily making out, being a shoulder to cry on, cooking together and for each other, making memories together … sharing our lives until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins

You've been appearing in my dreams lately, my love. Each time has been as someone who makes me smile without care, kissing you wherever I could reach, someone I cuddled close with. Last night, we were just cuddling, taking photos with filters, being two idiots in love

Maybe we could recreate that dream one day

(mlm/nblm only)

love is that first bite of a chocolate covered strawberry

love is seeing a fresh bouquet of roses on a day where everything else seems so grey

love is that feeling when you wake up in the morning, and your bed is just too comfortable to get out of

love is chicken noodle soup when you feel sick

love is their hands giving you the warm bowl, and their voice telling you not to burn your tongue

love is the laughter you share when it happens anyway…

love is feeling like nothing else matters when you’re together