holla, i'm katie. I most often find myself doing m/m but I can also do m/f, playing either gender. Any Sharman gifs are from hellagifhunts. Formerly katie-1x1s.
Love isn't about sex or whirlwind romances, alright? Love is that overwhelming urge to protect when you're holding your baby brother in your arms for the first time, it is the moment when one of your closest friends asks you to be their godfather. It is the way that you would die to save someone who means everything to you even though they never give you sex, or cuddles, or romantic lines in the rain, love is the sound of shallow infant breaths as you rock them to sleep, love is simply caring for someone else more than you ever will for yourself and it is knowing that I will die before I let anyone touch my baby brother.
Love is a beautiful feeling.
It caresses your cheek gently like autumn leaves, but it’s much more like springtime. Autumn is when trees grows weary whereas spring is a new beginning. It’s life that has emerged from the stifling winter. It’s not dark; it’s bright and beautiful.
I don’t know how I managed to go without it for my whole life.
They told me that when you fall in love, you forget how to breathe. That it collapses your lungs corrupts your thoughts. But when I see you, my chest blossoms with warmth and I feel as though all my life I had gone breathless and the day I met you I finally learned how to breathe.
It’s funny how I’ve learned much more with the short time with you than I did my whole life.
If immortality means that I cannot love you, I don’t want it. You’ve opened my eyes, and I’ve chosen you, Cal. Without you, I wouldn’t have found what it means to truly live.
My first love; my only love, and I didn’t regret one day of it. Do not fear for me – do not grieve, because this love made me strong. It made me b r a v e. To live is to truly feel with your whole heart, and without you – without you I did not live. I simply survived.
Thank you for being in my life. Je t’aime. I will always love you. Thank you for showing me the one thing I’ve been missing my whole life.
my braveheart;;
you taught me how to love.
hush, mon amour –
you set a [ fire ] deep in my soul
&& without you i wouldn’t be whole.
you will a l w a y s have my love
even if it’s from the heavens a b o v e
It is not a question of why, I love him, because loving him is unstoppable, a tsunami constantly threatening to ruin the fragile stability I contain. It is what, I love about him.
his voice;
inviting when we are alone, a gentle blanket that wraps around my body.
--harsh when we are everywhere, spread among others like distant points on a map.
yet, despite the whiplash, i cling to that rollercoaster voice
my neck and heart aching.
his lips;
the way they curl around a cigarette and inhale as if they hadn’t
stolen my breath moments before.
--how they press against my skin as he draws me closer, mapping marks
across skin to fill for things he can not promise me.
those lips whisper to me in the shadows of Home,
‘please don’t say you love me’.
his eyes;
cold and calculating, a wolf being watched by hunters
always ready to escape an invisible bear trap.
crinkling at the corners when he thinks i can’t see, an almost smile
for me but yet not mine to acknowledge.
they follow my body as it spins across the floor, tangled in
arms that are not his.
his smile;
not the one he hides behind, the one that screams lies
and beckons the enemy closer.
the one that is a thousand burning suns, the private one for
docks at midnight and rumpled bed sheets in morning light.
i become the moths that flutter throughout my stomach,
drawn to the bright dazzling light.
it is the way that he makes me breathless with just one look,
how his laugh shakes my shoulders
as we are pressed side to side.
in the pale light how his hands trace patterns along bare skin,
how in that moment he is entirely mine but yet, as i open my eyes
he already fades away.
when he begins to lose himself, his legs shaky as he grips tightly
because i am a reminder of a solid world that refuses
to crumble beneath his feet.
i whisper to him that i am icarus, granted wings to see the beauty
of a brighter world,
but doomed because i refuse to not love the sun
as it burns me
i whisper to him that i am falling
madly,
deeply,
in love with him
he laughs.
PURPLE: We near never speak, but I do enjoy your presence on my dashboard.
FUCHSIA: I wish I could become your best friend through the internet.
GREY: You leave me with jumbled words.
RED: I’m in love with you.
PINK: I have a crush on you.
TURQUOISE: You’re hot.
CHARTREUSE: I sincerely wish you would notice me.
TEAL: We have quite a lot in common.
BLUE: You are my Tumblr crush.
ORANGE: I dislike your page.
YELLOW: PLEASE FUCK ME.
WHITE: PLEASE MARRY ME.
GREEN: I find you cute.
BLACK: I would date you.
BROWN: I dislike you.
i feel like mr. brightside is one of those songs you’re gonna hear on the radio in the car 20 years from now after not hearing it in forever and your gonna just start sobbing bUT ITS JUST THE PRICE I PAY DESTINY IS CALLLLINGNG M E and your kids are gonna be like is she okay
