#gaaaaaayyyyy

[0kaypk]

Flaming finally draws an actual non-ambiguous veimo piece

[p-ere-grin-e]

Idea for a crackship I’ve had lingering in the back of my mind for a while now:

Ayato x Hayanari 🤔 What do we think?

I imagine it would be like this:

[ozais-lobotomist]

marshall lee and gary will be the death of me. trust and believe there will be many drawings in the future

[ladysatoru]

me : lol i won't watch boruto-

BITCH eye-

kishi,PLEASE.

[drinkwaterandthensome]

trying to hang up on me and she can’t. i always have to do the dirty work. 😂😂😂 @randomgirlusername

[goodbyemary-goodbyejane]

my mother: but if you cut your hair short you'll look like a lesbian!

me: well mum do i have news for you,

[itachislucius88]

Naruto: Haha! No one can survive my Sexy Jutsu!

Sasuke: Think again bitch.

Naruto: Shit the only person gayer then me.

[calamar-ii]

I meant

What I said, you know?

That I could live

In a moment like this;

Your wandering hands making every freckle a road-stop, my body becomes the

Map and you are

The only worthy explorer—

If I could,

I would swallow your ghosts whole;

smother them in the backseat and leave them

To rot in the trunk of a car stuck somewhere

Between the nearest gas station and

miles

of desert,

You kiss me and my bed becomes a chapel,

I think

I find something holy in the space between us, like

Lately you’ve been hanging around so much

I’m starting to taste like you and

Everyone knows where I’ve been—

They don’t have a word for this,

Do they? I use your name instead,

Say it again.

My heart,

My love,

My dear,

I say:

I may not know how to tell you I love you in every language,

But I know this:

I would dismantle the sky and glue every star to the ceiling if it meant you would never again know fear;

I would plant you a garden

full of sunflowers

everyday

if it would mend the ache,

I know that I’m writing again and

Every poem tastes like strawberry lemonade which is to say

They are all about you—

Look,

You make my hands feel like hands.

For the first time in maybe ever, my heartbeat sounds

Like a heart and

I swear to god you’re the only one who

Knows how to make music out of it.

How could I possibly answer

To anything but

This.

I know

That Next to you

Every broken piece

Of my body rebuilds itself,

That movie nights and a home

Built out of bedsheets and a mixtape that

Will never work in a CD player

is the closest to heaven

I might ever get—

Maybe

There will never be a word for this,

Maybe the sum of it

Will only ever be

Your name.

— Joanne