sharing nonsexual bubble baths together and washing each other’s hair and enjoying each other presence in the warm water is a seriously underappreciated form of intimacy tbh
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sharing nonsexual bubble baths together and washing each other’s hair and enjoying each other presence in the warm water is a seriously underappreciated form of intimacy tbh
trans romance is on a different level
Cuddling on a bed with a boy with a bunch of plushies while you listen to playlists you made for each other as the two of you hold each other nice and tight
This is an appreciation post for soft guys. Guys who aren’t ripped or skinny. Guys who are thicc. Guys with stretch marks. You are cute. You are hot. Love yourself.
hnnnng i wanna be curled up with a book while cuddling with a boy and maybe share some kisses with him
is that so much for which to ask??
me thinking about someone holding me close to their chest/in their arms:
im thinking about them (honey bear bottles)
the whole country is shut down and i just wanna see my bf
Not to sound like a common whore but can someone hold my hand and rub it with their thumb comfortingly
imagine making out while listening to my emo playlist…jk…unless??
mlm/nblm only
kissing a boy after a "shut up" "make me" thing is the best
hold my hand whilst we dismantle capitalism
more examples of tenderness
“have you ever been in love?” “once.” “how did it end?” “it hasn’t.” (the get down, 2017)
“I try to be kind to everything I see, and in everything I see, I see him.” (hanya yanagihara)
when you kiss me, heaven sighs (la vie en rose / edith piaf)
“the heart is the toughest part of the body. tenderness is in the hands.” (carolyn forché)
oh, if only I could nestle in the cradle of your cabin, my arms around your shoulders, the windows wide and open (amoreena / elton john)
“the curtains stir. there you are on the bed, like a gift. like a touchable dream.” (carol ann duffy)
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm (that’s no way to say goodbye / roberta flack)
“you’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you.” (richard siken)
love me always, love me always (oscar wilde in a letter to his lover)
“with you, intimacy colors my voice. even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here’.” (warsan shire)
if I could fly, I’d be coming right back home to you (if I could fly / one direction)
“do you want to dance?” “I don’t know how.” “me either. do you want to figure it out?” (stranger things, 2016)
I want to be the only thing touching him. I want to be the only thing that ever touches him again. I will be envious of every shirt he ever wears, the cuffs of his coats, the trousers going soft with wear where they rub his inner thighs. Every snowflake that ever falls upon his lips, every piece of bread upon his tongue. I want to breathe him, feel him fill up my chest until my ribs strain and I break open like ripe fruit beneath a paring knife. I would be raw. I would freckle and blister in the sun. I would teach my body to regrow my heart each time I gave it to him, over and over and over again. Heart after heart after heart — every one of them his.
—Mackenzi Lee, The Gentleman’s Guide to Getting Lucky
i am a simple man… i see a man’s happy trail and my brain stops working
when the Yearning hits you hard
saying your names, richard siken