shoutout to all the guys with stretch marks, scars, acne, skin conditions, or whatever else. all of you are absolutely beautiful and I love you <3

Kiana Khansmith
noise dept.
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if i look back, i am lost
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we're not kids anymore.
trying on a metaphor
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Andulka

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shoutout to all the guys with stretch marks, scars, acne, skin conditions, or whatever else. all of you are absolutely beautiful and I love you <3
i want you to hold me
itll be okay *puts a little flower in your hair*
Short men are so fruity. What are you short for? To be held by other men? To be picked up and carried hmmm? To be gently cradled in a man's arms?
8:30 Summer Evenings
Twt☀️
Mm I want to be able to give a boy kisses and run my hand through his hair, hold him close to me and tell him how much he means to me, and spoon him under the covers so he feels comfy and safe in my arms
my arms around you, under a smallish blanket that lets the cold in slightly so we have to be close to stay warm, with the rain pattering on the roof and a good movie playing in the background as i kiss your lips
I just want to hold the hand of a cute boy while taking a walk at night during Autumn
He's like the sun on cold skin, polar opposites clashing and melting me between them with every smile, every scrunch of his nose, every tiny yawn. Without even touching me I stand a chance of burning up next to him
When he thinks poorly of himself, and your heart threatens to crawl straight out of your chest and wrap him in its own arms, quieting all his fears and soothing his worries
lazy makeout sessions. thats it. thats the suggestion.
Running around an old playground at sunset as if the rest of the world doesn't exist, hiding together under the equipment while you hold hands and tackle-kissing each other on the slides. Maybe all that stuff about the inner child is true, maybe you can be happy with someone right in this moment, maybe nothing really does exist except you and him, on an old playground.
I am moronsexual but also to date me you have to be moronsexual yourself. I am still on the hunt for the other half of my whole idiot. My romance is a himbos only space.
man: *wears a crop top that shows off his happy trail*
me:
mlm & nblm
what if we held hands at spirit halloween