just for science,,,,, how would you feel about me sitting on your lap and kissing your neck?
She makes me feel how love songs are supposed to feel
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
reblog the gay frog in 30 seconds and you will meet the gay love of your life
Bro just reblog to show the cute rainbow frog/
@immortalinstruments gay frog!!!
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 ❤️ )
an addition…
-maximus
WHO IS ENTERING MY HOME AND STEALING MY SOUL???
my new moodboard
11 Compliments That Aren’t About Physical Appearance
- You light up the room
- I like your voice
- You inspire me
- I love how passionate you are
- You make the world a better place
- You’re one of the bravest people I know
- You make me comfortable to be myself
- You’re an incredible friend
- You have a really refreshing perspective
- You are so smart
- 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!”
Depression is a hard thing to manage and to understand as a partner but just being there helps so much already.
We mourn. We remember. We stand with the LGBTQ community against hate and violence.
reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.
wow what if wlw were actually forward to the girls they liked what a concept
Marilyn Monroe really said "I know that I can never be happy, but I know that I can be gay"
AND I FUCKING LIVE BY THAT
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.









