• Tom is the clingyist mf ever
• has to be holding you in some way or touching you at least
• handholding, quick pecks on your cheek, constantly hugging!
• whether it be if your standing in the kitchen making a drink he'll wrap his arms lazily around your waist and whisper sweet nothings into your shoulder
• and oml - shoulder kisses.... just awe
• You could be standing in front of your wardrobe, picking out an outfit and you feel arms wrap around you and a chin resting on the top of your head. You giggled and looked up at the boy, he would press a light peck on your nose before swaying you both back and forth, tommy burying his face in your hair skjdhfksdkh.
• as creppy as it sounds he LOVES watching you sleep, he loves tracing patterns on face, arms, shoulders
• you are all he can think about all of the time. seriously.
• his morning voice, is so groggy but sounds so nice.
• he would come down stairs in the morning, hair all scruffy and just hug you, it's like how people have their morning cup of coffee, he gets his morning hugs and kisses. if your lucky ( which you are!) he will always mumble a groggy "love you" here and there
• he loves you with all his heart, and has definitely looked at wedding rings 🤫

Curled up after cartwheels Music box stargazing storytime I want to get your words memorized Etched upon the night skylights Here, I am listening, to you Cliffhanging upon Every intoxicating wine-steeped word Poured from the ladle of the Big Dipper Scooping up Milky Way worries Rattling trees and whistling wind Mask our huddled hush whispers, giggles When sleepless nights do, Undoubtedly find us, restless, afraid New stories will be read From well versed staccato, stuttering stars Tumbling through the billowing romances Night is for lovers and lovelorn, chasers Head over heels handstand fools Looking for constellations in the iris Too busy looking up to notate Dear diary, “I fell today and the stars spun More than around my head, But through my ears and heart Struck by cupids arrow, mid-spring Sprung! A new spring in my step Allergy free and pollen unfallen” But no entry today - the day spent doing Like sentries, preparing the diary for entries Tumble free, tumble carelessly Grass is for staining, Painting your pages green with juvenility Sing to me again, sullen succulent songs Beneath the blue-mooned starry sky Beyond even our hand reach combined, Extends the resting eyelids shying sunlight away Soft your bedtime rind with me, gently Gently above the pillowed hills and valleys Below my heavy fears Alongside your steadfast stories Scratched into the stars themselves This is no minor feat of love

“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”

giggly chanlix on daebak show