He Wasn’t 🤷🏻‍♂️

He/Him 🏳️‍⚧️

[he-was-not-here]

Your eyes dazzle in the sunlight.

Shining with its golden rays, dancing across your skin until your freckles glow like stars across your cheeks.

You’ve captured me with them. With you.

[cha0ticstranger]

"I’m an astronaut You’re the moon I stare at you I sing to you I circle you"

[he-was-not-here]

5 different pieces of my heart, spread across different parts of the state.

All bathed under the light of the same moon. I hope she’s as lovely to you as you all have been to me.

[he-was-not-here]

I’d give you the world if you asked for it.

But you know that, don’t you?

[he-was-not-here]

I desperately want to kiss you. How well you fit in my lap, how willing you are to let me tug you in.

I bet your skin would be so soft against my lips. Would you gasp? Would goosebumps rise along your skin?

I’d trail my fingers along your spine, let my nose brush against the dip of your shoulder, kiss the freckles scattered along that skin.

I wonder if you ever think of me the same. I’m not sure what I’d do with it if you did.

[he-was-not-here]

I love how you drape yourself over me.

How you give no care to the company beside us and settle against me, chin atop my head, arms strewn across my shoulders.

How you trust I’ll hold your weight (I will). I’ve missed your warmth against mine.

“I’ve missed you,” you murmur and suddenly it’s intimate. You said it almost shyly. Under your breath. When our company wasn’t around. As if you weren’t sure if you wanted me to know.

We’ve seen each other every day this week but you still missed me. I guess I’m no better. I’ve missed the gentle huff of your breath billowing against my shirt.

There’s an intimacy in the trust we’ve brewed. Thank you for that.

[he-was-not-here]

The press of your cheek to the hollow part of my chest astounds me. How right that feels.

The thump of your heartbeat against my ear when you pull me down to you. The way your hand slots into mine so easily. How you adjust and let yourself be in my reach.

How you’ve taught me to always be in yours.

You’ve got me wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know the half of it. What a pity that is.

I think you’d take advantage of that if you knew.

Oh how I miss your weight against mine.

[he-was-not-here]

Allow me to hold you and I’ll carry your warmth in the soft spot of my chest as long as I am trusted with it.

For I am but a dog waiting patiently at the door for his person to return home.

[pupzlovez]

nerds are so handsome. looking at you.

[softipop]

she has prettiest laugh in the entire universe.

and the prettiest smile too.

[axxxie]

need to give this guy outrageous head soooo fucking bad ohmygod

[b0ysw4g]

boys with tummies make my heart swell you deserve the world and also will you ride me please please please pl

[redeyesblackdrag0n]

In what universe do you believe that you’re worth the love you truly deserve. You’re not a monster no one is everyone is truly the shell of what they’ve gone through with a tender inside. It’s lovely to see who someone is despite how you may perceive yourself I’m sure many more imagine you as a beautiful sun spinner.

[thoughtkick]

“I hope that one day someone will make flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.”

— vacants

[abbisphere]

forehead touches are the purest form of affection and i’m not joking

it’s protective and soft. it’s the same kind of affection parents give their kids, partners share in gentle moments, friends use when they’re trying to comfort each other.

a forehead touch/kiss is basically just saying:

“you matter to me and you’re safe.”

#someone hold my face gently plz

[nonefrancesca]

may i kiss your insecurities?

[he-was-not-here]

There’s a chill in the loneliness of a home where a child once begged for gentle hands and soft voices full of pride.

Of the warmth of love.

It’s cold here.