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.
kiss me like its the end of the fucking world
kiss me like its the last chance we will ever get
kiss me like you never want to let go
River Jude Phoenix
rb this if you're gay and you wanna give your boyfriend a lil smooch. a lil kissy kiss
What a lovely day to acknowledge that simply loving men is not a thing to shame people for, nor is it a thing to be ashamed of. What a lovely day to acknowledge that being trans is a lovely way of accepting yourself, and is also not a thing to be ashamed of.
QUEER SEX IS HOLY / FAGGOTS FUCK BETTER
Books with LGBT Themes // Call Me By Your Name
“Most of us can’t help but live as though we’ve got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there’s only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there’s sorrow. I don’t envy the pain. But I envy you the pain.”
mickey milkovich has done so much for the transmasc community
like honestly when he says liking what he likes doesnt make him a bitch in response to a jab about him bottoming, being a short king but everyone still takes him seriously, showing how to be queer you dont have to be soft or flamboyant, how queer people can look and act like anybody, i could go on and on
there are so many words to describe love. passion, sweetness, or gentle. i’ve never been good with words. when i opened my mouth i always found things coming out so jumbled and messy. i could never pair the right letters to say what i needed to, when i needed to. that was until i met them. when i met them everything clicked. they were the sun. they were shaking hands and whispering secrets in the darkness. they were every word i have ever imagined to speak. they put the syllables together and made me speak poetry. they told me with the curve of their waist how to make the vowels sound pretty when i pronounced their name. with the gentle shimmer in their eyes, and the chip in their tooth, they’ve taught me how to speak. how to love.
participate in the divine act of creation