@big-gay-moth

Do you ever just crave physical contact from your lover so much that you cuddle your plushies and think of them, or is it just that I'm very gay and touch starved?

a step by step guide to not breaking your own heart

step one: under no circumstances do you make a playlist with songs that make you think about them.
step two: don’t think about how their hair would feel in your fingers. don’t think about it would tickle your nose.
step three: don’t think about holding their hand in the grocery store, holding each other during a scary movie, watching the sunrise together.
step four: don’t think about how they can’t don’t feel the same way.
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How to make a giant tinsel worm on a string!  🐛 🐛

I love worms,,,, and got a 10/10 idea when putting tinsel on my tree. Enjoy!!!   ❤️
(P.S, my tinsel worm’s names are Stinky 🌈 and Randy the Worm of Christmas Present ❤️ )
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11 Compliments That Aren’t About Physical Appearance

  1. You light up the room
  2. I like your voice
  3. You inspire me
  4. I love how passionate you are
  5. You make the world a better place
  6. You’re one of the bravest people I know
  7. You make me comfortable to be myself
  8. You’re an incredible friend
  9. You have a really refreshing perspective
  10. You are so smart
  11. You are truly making a difference

— sossafetymag

Today during work someone mentiond worms on a string and I said “Worm off the string. What crimes will he commit?”

And. My boss, the sweetest most polite midwestern lady you’ll ever meet, immediately from the other side of the room yelled “ARSON!”

applications open for a cottagecore/dark academia girlfriend

reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.

I still put on perfume before you call

It makes the distance between us sweet

With hopes and daydreams and

Blurry photographs of our future

And it looks so beautiful.

I still wear that jacket sometimes

When I’m alone

I miss the way you dug for my hand

Beneath my sleeves too long

And I miss the way you held me

Before I went home

Always so tight

As if you were never letting go

And I’d do anything to be

In your arms again

Even if it means

We have to be apart

For so long.