Getting Butterflies Because Of Somebody Is The Weirdest Thing I’ve Experienced It’s Like, Everything

idk what i want more: for me to fall asleep on his chest or for him to fall asleep on mine

I didn’t know snog was a word but gods it’s a wonderful one

Alexander Hamilton, known bi, watching his namesake, First Son of the free country he helped create, snog Georgie iii’s great great great great great grandson: yeeeee

Okay but imagine this, you're on your terrace in the diffused pink light of the setting sun, reading Proust to your beautiful boy next to you, with your head on his chest, as he runs his hands through your hair, with the winnowing wind lilting the boughs of the trees around you.

to be alone with a boy a hand through his hair possibly, or a kiss left softly lingering as i hold him. just the thought of a boy in my arms, just he and i in that moment. that’s all i want.

i really can’t comprehend what’s happening here this is cursed? i’m not even sure anymore

Oh my god I was just looking to see how much a copy of Hamlet would be through Barnes and Noble and PEOPLE ARE ROLEPLAYING WARRIOR CATS IN THE REVIEWS??????

Dear friends of Tumblr,

Today at my school we had an assembly about internet predators and when I had said that most of my true friends are over the internet and they gave me a lecture about how “I don’t know who I’m talking to” blah blah. So please, if you aren’t a predator in any way, please reblog so i can prove a point.

not mlm or forest but i feel like i’m being cast to the wayside i feel like i’m not important to anyone let alone them and i feel like i’m not on their mind in the slightest anymore it’s upsetting but i’ve gotten used to this kind of thing sorry for venting on my little gay blog

It’s the Ides of March

You know what that means

I just wanna let my guard down and be soft with a boy I love

My post did good:>