honey where are my pants

he/him ♫ i like love and life

[topdoggorou]

well… i wanna do a new pinned now. Since i’ve been inactive i’ve realized i’m trans hahaha

[wildrosespoetry]

i was in love with my best friend at fourteen and again at sixteen and again at eighteen and again at nineteen and again at twenty-one. oh, how i wish my favorite people never became lessons.

[serenelity]

i'm so scared one day every sad song i hear will forever remind me of you

[bittersweettragic]

A different kind of pain is knowing that there is not a single alternate universe where she would want me like I want her and yet here I am yearning.

[mooneysometimes]

Her being straight is a reality I do not want to face. So let me rest, for in my dreams i can stay in her arms.

[funky-fairy]

having an unrequited crush on a queer girls is sm worse than having a straight crush

like, she theoretically could like me back she just doesn't

[medievalfoxx]

i was not made for hookup culture, i was made for the most soul crushing experience ever. i was born to feel everything entirely and endlessly. i was made to feel everything deeply

[topdoggorou]

just realized ill never be able to publicly love a girl and it be known who i am because ill be shamed. when i was 7 and gay marriage was legalized i told my mom i’d marry a girl.

[sapphicyearningbot]

omg we are both fucked in the head wanna make out

[rouge-writes]

You’re still the one

I’ll choose to love

In the next lifetime

[givemeantypsychotics]

situationship so good you have to sacrifice arcadia bay

[topdoggorou]

Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

[topdoggorou]

imagine being on top of him.

your hair is in your face. he puts his hand on your cheek as you laugh, and it makes you freeze. he looks up at you with a cute pout on his face. you’re laying on top of him, but there’s nothing odd going on — the two of you are just stupidly in love.

“you’re so pretty, princess.”

you smile and put your hand over his mouth. “you’re a prettier prince.”

as stupid as it is, he laughs. he can’t stop admiring you. you take your hand away from his mouth and tilt your head.

“i’m serious, you’re beautiful to me.”

he smiles even more. he’s trying to come up with a way to compliment you back when you kiss him. the two of you share sweet kisses in between laughs.

he thinks you look beautiful like this.

[topdoggorou]

imagine the warmth of his body.

warmth radiates from his body. your cheek is pressed against his neck. you enjoy the feeling. everything else is cold compared to him. your own face gets red from the heat being shared between the two of you.

his fingers trail through your hair, holding you close to him. his hands are gentle, providing you with a sense of comfort. perhaps they’re warm like your face, or maybe his hands are the type to be cold against your skin. either way, it’s comforting and you find yourself falling in love with the warmth the two of you share.

[starg0ld]

imagine your f/o admiring you with a lovestruck gaze while you're having a badass moment. like: "yes, they are my person."

[topdoggorou]

imagine him taking care of you.

it’s been a long day. you take the medicine that makes you sleepy and your body slows down. he notices how much it calms you, and he decides he’s going to take care of you for the night. he cleans up your room and makes you tea to drink in bed. he leaves kisses on your forehead every few minutes, constantly checking on you as he works.

he even organizes your bathroom so it will be easier to get ready the next day. he wants to give you an easy night now and an easier morning tomorrow.

he brings you your favorite sweets in bed as you’re about to sleep. he crawls into the bed and lays by your side. his arms wrap around you. it’s soft. you’re sleepy, barely able to speak, and you feel like a soft fluffy ball. he holds you close and kisses your neck.

“sleep well princess,” he whispers, “and take it easy tomorrow. i’ll take care of you more in the morning, but i’ve gotta sleep too.” he giggles. “love you.”

[topdoggorou]

imagine summer by their side.

it’s the first day of summer. you’re lying down in a field, enjoying the warmth of the sunshine on your face. they’re right beside you, sitting on the blanket the two of you brought. they hand you a cold drink. you sigh and press it on your head.

“it’s only the first day of summer,” they laugh, “it only gets hotter after this.”

“i know,” you groan, “but i’m melting…”

they lay down beside you. a hand holding a cold pack of ice meets your face. you can’t help but hold the hand. you sigh in relief at the cold comfort. they smile and lean towards you.

your face is met with a gentle kiss, and suddenly it’s even hotter than it was before. you need more ice.