finallyhome20gayteen – Page 6 – My Type is Homicidal

i want to sit on the front porch with you and hold your hand

tell me when you need me and i’ll come running to you

here I am, looking at you, your eyes a storm, your hair a mess, and all I’m thinking is I love you, I love you, I love you.

magicalsuggestions:

the world could implode and I’d still be holding your hand

magicalsuggestions:

I’ve never known a love like this, like the one that radiates in our chests when we lay together and our fingers lace together. I find every anxious ounce of my wary soul taken into your gentle hands and surrounded by your unconditional, unyielding affection. And with a smile, I do all I can to let you feel the warmth it holds for you. We are together. We are content. We are healing. We are in love.

magicalsuggestions:

concept: we’re cuddling on a couch watching a movie and I look at you and how perfect you look, and I’m overcome with my love for you

magicalsuggestions:

thank you for making me feel so safe, my heart. your warmth, your voice, your smile, everything you are is home for me

meaningfulsuggestion:

Concept: We’re finally together at last.

longing-suggestion:

I’m absolutely blindsided sometimes by my feelings for you. At the amount of love I feel for you. There’s so much of it that sometimes I feel like I might burst with my wanting for you. I want you here with me more than anything. I want you.

enamoringsuggestion:

i want you to kiss my neck slowly