“The hours we spent together passed quickly, that small path behind the station where we saw the sun going down over the fields and the evening sky reflected in the ditches, and where those old moss-covered tree-trunks are standing, and the little mill in the distance – I’ll walk there again and think of you.”
Letter #103. Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh. Dordrecht, Monday, 26 February 1877.
Basically like this is like Zayn & like Louis like talking like…
Oh so funny! :)
Sotce
You and Harry run into each other and are accidentally wearing matching shirts.
Requested by anon.
” you’re wearing a tank top like me y/n?!”
” yes why are you wearing a tank top as well!?”
” i don’t know, but we are cute y/n”
my favorite overplayed romantic gesture is queer character A going in for a kiss, pulling away in doubt or in fear or in lost, then queer character B returning the kiss in confirmation, in assurance, in a silent confession of the love being mutual, then either of them deepening the kiss with passion, with the desire to break free from whatever was expected out of them, with the unexplainable sense of joy and relief that after all those moments of pining they finally get to express it somehow