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All boys are good!!!!

🌩boys who wear leather and have/want piercings and tattoos

🌩boys who wear sweaters and short shorts and make up with flowers in their hair

🌩boys that have dark brown eyes full of mystery and warmth that shine like gold in the moonlight

🌩boys that have bright eyes full of color that brighten up everything they look at

🌩boys who have freckles and birthmarks and pimples that look like beautiful paint splatters on a canvas

🌩chubby/fat boys who are big and squishy and that you can hold and hug and who are so so warm and cute

🌩super skinny boys who have those sharp elegant features like a graceful magical elf

🌩tall boys who have that amazing superpower to reach the top shelf

🌩short boys who are stout and strong but also so super huggable

In conclusion:

All boys are good!

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It's scary. I mean, I am absolutely terrified. You are the embodiment of everything I have ever wanted, even those things I told myself would never be. Your eyes caring, beaming with curiousity and kindness, but still not familiar enough for me to understand every inch or them; trust me, that'll be first on my list if you let me. Your lips soft and flushed red from the cold. Kissing them is a neverending drug, an euphoria I know I'll get addicted to. So beautiful a skin - though your hands are rugged from working and using them, and I feel the disheveled pieces of skin inside my palms when I intertwine within yours, I wouldn't have it any other way. An instict, almost primal, surges in me when you try to fiddle with the skin. "Take care of your lovely hands", I say, and immediately excuse myself for interferring, puzzled with the need to take care and keep you safe. I know I'm falling in love with you, and it scares every sense and insecurity within me. Do I dare do this again? Because you can take my heart raw. You can rip me apart. Your voice already indulging me in the sweetest way, my heart smiling and beaming when your dialect turns rural, despite your intention. Your thoughts so delicately spoken, suprising me and making me adore you hopelessly for your mind and perception alone; you are the art you fell in love with when studying french impressionism and beautiful colourstrokes - you are my masterpiece unfold.

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fellas..... it's been a good one

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wrath month is tomorrow

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WRATH MONTH IS TOMORROW