#queer cuddles

[revivalnevergoesoutofstyle]

Hi. Someone come lay in bed and watch a movie with me. Kthanks.

[scouredbythistle]

I had an interesting night, guys.

My girlfriend was out doing an audition, so I figured I'd drive up to her place and leave some cookies in her mailbox all sneaky like, but just as I was driving over there, she texts me that she's home. So I'm a little disappointed because my surprise might come across as a little creepy now, but I start writing a text asking her to come outside. Just as I'm about to press send, my phone dies. I don't have a charger. I can't knock on her door because of her parents. What do I do? Walk around her neighborhood looking for pebbles to throw at her window. Just as I'm creeping in her front yard, I hear a door open and Meghan, my girlfriend gets the spook of her life not realizing it was me lurking in the dark

It turned out that her power was actually out from the storm, so I stole her away from her parents and took her to my place where we built a fort, made homemade macaroni, watched cartoons, and made out until our lips hurt. I got her in trouble because I took her home late, but I'm very selfish and don't regret it at all.

[scouredbythistle]

I'm thinking about coming out of the closet a little early. I was planning on waiting until I'm eighteen, but maybe I should just do it after I graduate.

[scouredbythistle]

I always read the ending to any queer novel before I purchase it. I just want to make sure nobody ends up killing themselves or dying. 

Yeah, I don't need that in my life.

[scouredbythistle]

I am legitimately worried that when I get into my first relationship I will come on way too strong. I know me. If I let myself, I would spend hours sketching her or making her mixtapes or tripping over my words to tell her how happy it makes me to see her smile. I'm just really lame, okay?