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The smell of his sweat lingered on my pillow last night and I found myself breathing it in until I could no longer find his scent.
my boy by csh was specifically made for boyfriends that went home for winter break and are now long-distance for a month
troy from community is so aggressively bisexual why are we one in the same
jesse pinkman is so sexy and transgender
there is something so beautiful about a man that is both transgender and a boy kisser
need a boy to listen to steve lacy with
its okay that you like being friends
and its okay that i got the wrong idea
but if you ever need help with your work
i would still be delighted to help
you began the game i told you about. i didnt even think you remembered it. i miss you
i haven't seen you the past couple days, i know our interactions are always brief--only lasting as long as the class we share at most--but i've missed you the past three days. i can't wait to make you blush tomorrow when i teasingly ask if you missed me. i know you must think i don't like you anymore because i've been quieter and such. i do still like you, and i hope you like me too.
to the boy who sits next to me in seventh period algebra, the one with fluffy light brown hair, the one who throws paper airplanes at me when the teacher isn’t looking, the one who drew an a-plus on my page when the teacher didn’t stamp mine, the one who told me his birthday but miscalculated how many days away it was, and the one who doesn’t remember me from middle school but makes an effort to greet me every day of my senior year:
i want to tell you how cute i think you are and i wish i could give you a kiss on the cheek after class each day and i want to give you the pink starburst and i hope your birthday was as joyful as you make me. and when i ask you to the football game next friday, i hope you’ll say yes. even though i am a boy, and even though i am trans, i hope the smiles and stares you sneak at me are truthful.
kiss me. right now. on the lips. show me your vulnerable side. let me take care of you. ill make sure you feel safe when youre sad and ill make sure you feel on top of the world when youre happy.
hes picking out a book at the library and he writes on a lil notecard the book number and hes just thumbing thru the shelves trying to find his book and u see his eyes light up when he picks out the right one
anyways imagine laying down next to boy and u try to be quiet in case hes asleep and he kinda mumbles a little bit and you just kiss him on the head and he moves around and wraps his arms around you and falls back asleep and im
imagine he wakes up earlier than u and u see him sitting on da kitchen countertop with tea and looking at the sun rising and it reflects on his hair and makes it look like he has a halo and he doesnt know ur watching and u just
loving boys so much helps me love myself too because i just think of what a perfect boy i am oh dear
i simply wish to read old poetry to my bf while we’re both in nothing but our boxers, on a blanket in the grass, eating fresh peaches in the midday sunlight
i want to run my hands through his hair while he places a hand on my cheek and kisses me softly
idk what i want more: for me to fall asleep on his chest or for him to fall asleep on mine
my life goal you ask? oh, its nothing...only to have a humble diner in a small town with an apartment upstairs where i live with my partner and our 2 cats and 1 dog, and i'm the head of the kitchen and bake fresh bread for our loyal customers and our employees are students in need of positive parental support...or something
after so long of thinking i would never be loved by someone other than a f*tishist, theres no better feeling than when you say "you know i'm trans right?" and he says "yeah i know, i dont care"