I want someone.
I want someone that I can just collapse on.
Whether it in laughter or sobs.
I want someone I can tell all my secrets to.
The dark and the light.
I want someone who I can stay up with and just talk.
All day or all night.
I want someone who knows when I need them
And knows when I need space.
I want someone who’s laugh can get me drunk.
On love or happiness.
I want someone who understands I need to unleash
And just explode.
I want someone who can read me like an open book.
Even when I’ve locked myself in a cage.
I want someone to cuddle with.
On rainy days and late mornings.
I want someone who I can make me forget who I am.
And only exist with them.
I want someone who I can loose track of time with.
If I’m with them, I’m never late.
I want someone who I can love.
Unconditionally and always.
I want someone.
Have some spring flowers from my garden to brighten your dash ✿
I haven’t been around much lately because of a bunch of life reasons and
I’ve probably missed a lot. But I still want to wish everyone a good
start into the week, and if anyone could use a hug today please let me
know so I can send you one ☼
hey everyone, just letting you know i’ve finally set up a queue to post regularly throughout the day, mostly with posts from the early days of the fandom. I’m still planning on reblogging new edits/fanart/etc as soon as I see them! 😄
listen,, i just can’t get over the fact that kent ‘once met ryan reynolds and he told him he was pretty’ parson is canonically one of the least chill people ever
honestly can you imagine him meeting tater at a bar after a game and tater who doesn’t have a single vindictive bone in his body slinging a very warm and muscley arm over kent’s shoulders and going, ‘little rat!! you win this time, next time i get you, yes??’
and meanwhile kent’s mind is just going, ‘you can get me right this goddamn second jesus flippity christ on a bicycle pick me up and fold me like a fuckin origami swan shit why is that sexy he’s so big abort abORT’ while playing a slo-mo slideshow of tater picking him up one-handed to the gentle strains of ‘gimme more’
and he kind of?? squeaks??? in response but really, tater is right there and he’s all nice smelling and weirdly handsome with his big nose and slightly wonky jaw and kent is kind of freaking out. at the same time tater is watching the blush spread under kent’s freckles and that’s the moment he decides, yes very good i’m going to keep this one