It’s Slow, Like Honey Dripping

Concept: It’s a breezy fall afternoon. We’re dressed up in our favorite sweaters, walking hand-in-hand through the pumpkin patch. We find the perfect pumpkins to carve. When we finish carving them, we cuddle under a blanket with some hot apple cider and watch our favorite show.

ryan: we didn’t see any ghosts this season :(

shane:

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

And maybe

I can use your lap as a pillow while I read

Your fingers running through my hair while you read too

And maybe

we’d have popcorn fights while we watch movies

Laughing more than listening so we’d have to keep playing the scenes back

And maybe

we’d just sit shoulder to shoulder while the rain poured outside

Quietly listening to the pitter-patter on the roof

And maybe

we’d read poetry to each other

taking turns reading out from our favorite books

And maybe

we’d look into each other’s eyes

and kiss.

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1326. On the Couch

reblog if your blog is bisexual positive

my heart feels safe with you. it’s like it’s known you since the universe began.

im gonna claw myself apart. we watch netflix together and i keep a respectful and responsible distance; you lean against me to pause the screen. ask if i want cookies. i can’t stop staring at your lips. what? i say. i knew what you’d asked me even as you ask again, i just don’t want the moment to end.

we’re just friends. we’re just friends.

i'd kill for this

i want that wet slow tongue kissing where you’re pressed right up against each other grinding and biting and grabbing and moaning and saying nasty stuff to each other GOD

*just fucking T-poses*