Jump to content

Recommended Posts

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to

love myself as much as

I love you,

you are

summer sky eyed perfection in a

cropped checkerboard sweater and

violet maroon high top glory.

you are

lipsticked laughter wrapped in

cotton candy and ginger and nutmeg, you

love and hope and dream and

live

like it’s the end of the world.

  • Like 5
  • Love! 1

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites
16 minutes ago, writeandleft said:

I don’t think I’ll ever be able to

love myself as much as

I love you,

if it helps at all, that was my mindset since about a year and a half ago, but the emphasis in that is that my mindset did change. it'll feel better someday soon, dude!


current number of classic lit characters ive gone out of my way to project on and reason out why they might be gay: 8

Share this post


Link to post
Share on other sites

×