Seeing your face is the best part of my day.
Seeing your face is the best part of my day.
Someday I’ll wake up to see you lying next to me, bathed in the golden morning sun, and everything will be good.
I could spend hours just watching you smile.
The great beauties have nothing on you.
I hope you can see how much I care about you.
When you are well, I will bring you daisies, and when you are sick, I will bring you soup.
I don’t think anyone has ever looked at me so softly.
If you’re gaming with your friends, I’ll bring you food and water and remind you to stretch, because I love you, and I love seeing you happy.
I love listening to you talk.
You make my brain release the happy chemicals.
I’m so weak for your accent, god it’s perfect.
Holy shit, you taste so good.
You’re the kindest person I know.
I would let you have the last cookie.
I was watching you get so excited over little things in an antique store and I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone more.
Impulsively kissing! Kissing when laughing! Kissing cheeks to say thanks! Kissing noses! Kissing foreheads! Kissing hands! Kissing wrists! Kissing temples! Kissing fingertips! Lazy kissing! Goodbye kisses! See you later kisses! Wait for me kisses! Be right back kisses! KISSES!
an author i love just tweeted about how “big joy and small joy are the same” and how she was just as content the other night eating chocolate and cuddling her dog as she was on her Big Trip to new york and honestly. i think that’s it. this morning i was listening to an audiobook while baking shortbread in my joggers and i realised i really didn’t care what Big Things happened in my future as long as i could keep baking and reading at the weekend and maybe that is the kind of bar we have to set to guard ourselves against disappointment. just appreciate and cherish the mundane stuff and see everything else as a bonus.
You look so good in my bed, it’s a pity I don’t see that more often.
You may act all tough, but I know you only listen to love songs.
oh dear i’m getting the “it’s okay if you’re gay but make sure you don’t fall into sin” talk from one of my not-really church friends.
like im in a really tight situation. im on the leadership team at my church and i do a lot of stuff for the youth group. and they already tried to “get me healthy”, their words, not mine. like even tho they said “being straight isn’t the goal, it’s to ‘get on the path that God has for me’.” i got out of that basically by ignoring texts and lying through my teeth to pastors (while writing gay smut during service dhdnsfhdj) and i came out fully on social media in july. i’m honestly surprised they haven’t said I can’t be on leadership anymore. but if i say that i absolutely entertain my impure thoughts and absolutely plan on lying with man they’ll definitely take me off leadership and that can’t happen because then my mother will freak the fuck out and ask why that happened and it’ll be a mess. But back to my main point:
I plan on doing blasphemous things with a boy. I plan on tasting communion wine on his lips. I plan on calling the name of every Dominion and every Power and every Throne of angel as he touches me. I plan on screaming God’s name until my voice is hoarse and there are marks up and down my body. Do not talk to me about purity. That is the purest thing that exists.
i dont sleep. i imagine cute dates i’d go on with a boy in ungodly hours of the night. for example:
i take him downtown. he thinks we’re just hanging out but the tension between us is undeniable. we walk along the street, cars and people passing leisurely, the late afternoon sunlight tinting the sidewalk pale gold. we talk. the mask makes me learn how to read his eyes as well as i know how to listen to his words. i suggest we get ice cream but he doesn’t have any money so i pay for him. i was planning on it anyway. we walk to a school. the gates are locked so we hop the fence and eat our ice cream on the swings. after a while he asks if this is a date. i say no, it’s not but it could if he wanted it to be. his eyes widen at that, realization setting in, red coloring his cheeks. he drops his empty ice cream cup and kisses me. there’s a bit of ice cream on his thumb, sliding along my skin where he’s brushing my cheekbone. but i don’t care because heaven has met hell and my world has been overcome by a divine inferno.
I am so intoxicated by you, it’s like I’m drunk off your skin.
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I was really hoping these weren’t staged and the artist just spends weeks in art galleries and days in front of paintings to make these
Well guess what… That’s exactly what he did!
Lynda Barry, 2016