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everyone shut the fuck up i’m trying to focus on my diabolical homosexual thoughts
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I quite literally love my fiancé so much. I could not even begin to explain how deeply and how intensely I adore them.
Their skin is peaches and strawberries and cream and dappling sunlight. Their eyes are oceans, the silky, opalescent skin of blue pearls. Their hair is like feathery, summertime wheat. Their soul, however, is their most breathtaking feature.
It's like my own, personal sun- it burns so brightly, so inarguably radiant that sometimes I have to turn my eyes away in fear that my eyes might melt from their sockets. Talking, or writing about them, is poetry no matter how hard I try to explain them normally- there's nothing casual about how I feel about them, and my rhetoric is proof enough of that.
They play Fallout 4 as often as they brush their teeth- which is dutifully and often. They talk about it at length and with such passion I've grown to love it though I've played maybe thirty minutes worth.
They operate to the soundtrack of endless YouTube videos- superimposed over a ever-present mirage of their favorite creators. I've never watched so many videos in my life.
They worship the occult, and subscribe to the strange and unusual, and it paints their style, life choices, beliefs, and the way they love. They are so deliciously weird and off kilter, it makes me salivate and grin incessantly into the grooves of my knuckles.
They love me so wholly, completely, irrevocably that it steals my breath each time I think about it. They have mended my heart and painted the cracks with gold, and they support me so unconditionally that I feel as if I could do anything. Succeed at anything.
They are my lifeblood.
I marry them in one hundred and two days, and it is still not soon enough.
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You are unhappy because you’re thinking about productivity and emails when you could be thinking about the beautiful dappled fur of deer
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