maybe i'm just touch-starved but platonic physical affection my beloved: a gentle hand tucking your hair back for you, curling up and burying your face into their side, getting engulfed in a tight bear hug, tangling limbs to squeeze into the same chair, dusting crumbs away and tucking shirt tags back in without a thought, quietly lacing hands and swinging them back and forth, the solid weight of a tired head on your shoulder, casually moving through each other's space, rolling their sleeves up before they get dirty, absent-mindedly doodling flowers on their arm, walking on the outside of the sidewalk just in case, falling asleep with your head in their lap
A message:
the way i have both james ‘i don’t know anything’ energy and betty ‘they assume i know nothing just cause im young’ energy is the primary example on why im a walking contradiction
also lets not forget the (icon) augustine ‘living for the hope of it all’ energy — in my head all the damn time
she's shy but is constantly thinking about grinding on your lap while you growl in her ear
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i don’t think people understand how much i hate AI this isn’t performative i will shoot you with a gun
Yeah u cute but will you go on little walks with me with no destination where we just mess around and enjoy being in each others company 🥺
If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.
Sometimes I feel like I’m only meant for myself