#mlm poet

[questionable-idea]

If I was a dragon i'd put my wing over you like a blanket while we laid side by side and watched the sunset. btw.

[willfreakbyers]

PUSHING THE ANDERPERRY DADS/MIDDLE AGED AGENDA BECAUSE ITS FOUR AM AND IDGAF ANYMORE!!!

[hiddenglovebox]

mlm = men leaving men

[wordssricochet]

"i'm mr. loverman" "and i miss my loverman"

[maiapoetica]

mark eydelshteyn the best regulus fancast ever !

[alexanthonymar]

tell me a story - Alexander Anthony Mar

[pheebsvegetable]

this flavor of relationship makes me wanna do absolutely violent things

[cainvstheworld]

Inches Closer by Cain Birch

My boyfriend pointed out that when we hug now (both of us having had top surgery) our hearts are closer together, so I wrote a little poem about it :')

[Text ID: Inches Closer by Cain Birch. The long, sticky summer fades, and I slowly peel back the bandages cocooning my chest. My scars are just flowering, and will bloom darker in the coming cooler months. Yours are lightening, softening  under the un-weight of time. You wrap me in a firm embrace, one flat chest against another, our hearts inches closer than they were in August. Now, they throb in perfect sync, too-tender skin no longer interrupting when one calls out to the other. /End ID]

[isabella13hope]

Neil: you know my motto: carpe diem, carpe noctem, carpe coles.

Todd: seize the day, seize the night, what’s the last one?

Neil: seize the dick.

[questionable-idea]

fun fact: the heat of passion and love that burns within me is painful due to its intensity

[willfreakbyers]

They fucked after this.

[yourdailyqueer]

Yuan Mei (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 25 March 1716 

RIP: 3 January 1798

Ethnicity: Chinese

Occupation: Artist, poet

[0bsessiv3s0ul]

I always want you when I'm finally fine

I bet on losing dogs.

[dailytraingirl]

why is knox looking at charlie like “im in love with you but im not allowed to be”

[blessedheartwithwings]

yearning

waiting, waiting as the hours creep

i dream to lay on your chest, listening to your heartbeat

waiting and yearning to hold you close

my empty arms carry the warmth of your ghost

waiting and watching the hours creep by

you flood into my mind when i close my eyes

this obsession is scarily addictive

waiting and yearning for your lips on mine

the walls i built for others crumble under your gaze

you drift through my mind, constantly, always

waiting and yearning and feeling so much

my skin sparks dreaming, yearning for your touch

blindly trusting you, a warm and guiding light

in your arms my worries leave, in your arms i feel alright

[maiapoetica]

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth.