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There is nothing more tender than playing with someone’s hands…..it sounds so dumb but stroking each other’s palms & tapping on each other’s wrists & twisting your fingers together & squeezing each other’s hands…..it’s like having a conversation that no one else can hear!

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yes ok going to heaven is beautiful but never as good as being hugged with my gf by the river with sun-warmed skin, a breeze blowing yellow leaves on our hair, little birds chirping and a gray heron on the opposite bank

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*puts wildflower behind your ear*

"Perfect."

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sometimes words are hard and the only way you can express your love for someone is giving them pretty rocks and holding their hand and letting them know you're there and i just think that's really nice

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The stars in the night sky inexplicably make me feel closer to you. Perhaps it’s because we see the same stars despite living so far apart.

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idk bro, maybe you’d like to go pick flowers with me and just have you lay in my lap while talking to me about your best interests as I make you a flower crown under a tree in the soft summer sun,,,

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not to sound like a whore or anything but i would love to be able to hold you hand and give you a kiss

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guess what time it is? it's yearning time!

*dreams of us living together in a cute little apartment with a window seat and a cat. and she and the cat are cuddling on the window seat wrapped up in my blanket and i'm sketching them from across the room in her sweater that's just a bit too big for me*

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*yearns for her to teach me to play the guitar, and gently fix my hands when i mess up, then tell me she's proud of me and kiss the tip of my nose*

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eighteen years (book) - madisen kuhn / la coiffure (combing the hair) - edgar degas (1896) / empty bottles full of stories (book) - robert m. drake & r.h. sin / cruel summer - taylor swift / wilder girls (book) - rory power / strolling along the seashore - joaquín sorolla y bastida (1909) / cvs - winnteka bowling league

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One of my biggest wishes right now is to be a frog that belongs to a queer person who has knitted rainbow hats for me and places flowers on my head as well

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oh what i’d give to be in a little cottage just outside a village with 2 cats and hanging house plants and a tiny stone garden in my backyard where i’d go stargazing with my soulmate every night </3

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I just wanna hold your stupid hand and make you laugh and kiss you a lot ok

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concept: it’s stormy and i’m trying to act like i’m not scared but you can tell i am, so you come wrap me up in your arms, and make me feel safe. and you distract me by making stupid jokes, and i get all flustered, forgetting about the wind. 

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If I was ever given a book of classic poetry with handwritten annotations I would simply die

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I can’t sleep tonight. I think I need you here. Someone to nuzzle into, to keep me warm. But I need YOU here, to know it’s you and to breathe you in. That’ll send me into a slumber I’ll never want to wake from. Because I’ll have you, just you and me until the sun rises.

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The best kinds of people are the ones that take care of you without making it seem like a hardship. The ones that grab you an extra snack when you haven’t eaten in a few hours, or that put an extra blanket on your shivering body, or take the built up water bottles out of your room and don’t mention anything about it.