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[oakandcirrus]

very homophobic that i didnt wake up curled around a boy right now

[insufferablebitchboy]

oh to be a boy in boxers and a hoodie, cuddling another boy in boxers and a hoodie (we're wearing each other's hoodies)

[lumberjackloverboy-moved]

man: *wears a crop top that shows off his happy trail*

me:

mlm & nblm

[hallucination-fag]

Really wish I was huggin a guy right now, cupping his face in my hands and kissing all of it, and holding him so close to me that he knows I love him with all my heart. I wish I could make someone feel loved like that.

"MLM only" blogs dni

[hallucination-fag]

I wanna curl up next to a boy and gently kiss his face until we both fall asleep holding each other. I want his love and happiness to be the last thing I remember before I drift into a deep slumber, and I want him to awaken with that same love so he has something positive to start the day with.

"MLM only" blogs dni

[storytellermp3-deactivated20250]

I just want a boy who will sit on my lap and watch movies with me

I want him to let me wrap my arms around his waist and let me kiss him whenever there is a slow part in the movie

[lavenderdruids]

Aha…Bro…You can put your hands into the sleeves of my hoodie, Bro…It’s really cold out and I don’t want you to have freezing hands, B…Bro…

[vidiiana]

[desiresuggestion]

the stars were invented for you

[homoaffectionalism]

[davidiswriting]

it’s a thinly veiled lie it’s suicide, it’s murder it’s hands between legs and unspoken oh that feels good’s

because if you were what you can’t be— (because if you were what you are) you would’ve realized thousands of years ago you would’ve realized in a dirty locker room, surrounded by other boys, shirtless and pantless

so you ignore it, you take it— you fake it as well, lemme take the edge off just for tonight, you tell him again and again until his hand is between your legs and yours is between his and the rapid motion of his hand is a disease and a plague

his touch goes further up, farther down your torso and your thighs, his thumb on your lip

you stare at his mouth and wonder just how much of your lifespan are you cutting away when you lean into it.

— on internalized homophobia and denial | david s.

[grimdarkacademia]

“Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed. Crossed out. Clumsy hands in a dark room. Crossed out. There is something underneath the floorboards. Crossed out. And here is the tabernacle reconstructed. Here is the part where everyone was happy all the time and we were all forgiven, even though we didn’t deserve it.”

— Richard Siken, “Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out”

[ohamarys]

“thirteen lines that predict and summarize a life” | from Crush, Richard Siken

[oleandervenzon]

transfaggotry: dictionary poem by oleander venzon

[talestalesof]

“Just don’t touch me, not yet, or not here. Something inside feels broken, a number that can no longer be dialed. I have desired so many times and so many things, by some law of no return. But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.”

— Maggie Nelson, from Something Bright, Then Holes

[soracities]

“Then if we die we die together (yes, we’ll remain one,) / If we go anywhere we’ll go together.”

— Walt Whitman, from “Good-bye My Fancy”, Leaves of Grass

[sunsetquotes]

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

— E.E. Cummings