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bert and ernie go to ikea
Ep. 100, Toast
[ID: Text that reads: "And love isn't a fact. It's a hunch at first. And then later it's a series of decisions, a lifetime of decisions. That's love." / End ID]
just you, me, and our oversized dog laying between us
you're usually the strong one but sometimes you need to let your guard down and just breathe. I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere
It's always been just him and me together
So I'll bet all I have on that furrowed brow
And at least in this lifetime, we're sticking together
I love our inside jokes, our little games and fun pranks. I love spending my days in the happiness you bring
Don’t look away, my love. You know how much I adore seeing those eyes. Those earthen tones in your skin melting into the ground beneath us. Thick curls brushed aside and lips pressed together. My prince.
Well I could love you here and now. I could love you here, in this ugly neighborhood of this smoggy city. I could love you here, on this brightly lit street next to that 24 hour grocery store. I could love you here, in this tiny cluttered kitchen with its sink thats always full. I could love you here. And I could love you now. I could love that haircut, that outfit, that face. I could love that fat roll, that acne, that body hair. I could love that idiot, that asshole, that person who’s made mistakes. I could love you now. And our romance would be as beautiful as any photoshopped stroll through rose tinted field. Our romance would be as tender and as stunning as anything you’ve ever pinned on pinterest. Our romance would be as golden and as glorious as any fantasy you’ve ever had. Because it would be real. Just because you don’t believe that you are lovable here and now doesn’t mean that I have to agree.
7.18.15
so. wanna watch horror movies on the couch with blankets and jiffy pop? ​maybe you can hide your face in my chest during the scary parts?
It’s okay to be sensitive. You’re not a bad person for expressing emotions. It’s okay to cry, be angry, be sad, etc. You don’t have to appear “strong” all the time. You deserve to express yourself. As long as you control your actions, having emotions is completely healthy. So unclench your jaw, relax your shoulders, take a deep breath and allow yourself to feel those emotions you’re holding on to. I love you and I’m so proud of you. It’s okay, now. You’re safe. We are safe. You can breathe.
I'll peel some clementines for you while you study. I'll remove the pith and the strings. I'll put them in your favorite bowl and set it next to you without words. I'll clean the bathroom, sift the litterbox, fold the laundry. I'll tell the flowers how you love them while I give them a little drink. I'll make your favorite earl grey tea and put it in your hands once it cools with a kiss. When words aren't enough, I will love you in a way you can touch and see and feel. I will live you tangibly. I will love you and I'll make it real.
i want to make you orgasm so hard your eyes roll back into your head and your entire body shakes
I can’t help but fall in love with him over and over again
This isn’t like the farm. I can’t just fix it for you. I can’t grab a handful of rusty nails and a hammer and force it to be kind to you. I can’t string a new fence and force some order in this world. I can’t feed it, or brush it, or speak softly to it until it is gentle with you. I can’t fix this for you darlin. I’m nobody. I’m just a person. I can’t change things. I can’t even hold your hand. But I can sing you another song or write you another poem. Darlin, I can be kind to you. I can be gentle with you. You could find some order in me. I can’t fix things but I can be the fix until its all done.Â
I can't wait for the day that I wake up to you laying beside me
oh, to be cuddling your significant other on a rainy day, hidden underneath a pile of warm blankets