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inklessletter · 5 months
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Polaroid #1 May 28th, 1987
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Trying to make this general tasks, rather than specific skills ala carpentry
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Polyamorous as in movie night snacks and cuddles piles, Polyamorous as in walks through a park and we see slides and swingsets with no one using them and we make a day out of it, Polyamorous as in we're walking downtown laughing on the way to our favorite food shop/store/vender, Polyamorous as in having a genuine connection to the people you love and care about because Polyamorous doesn't mean just lots of sex with multiple people. I mean, it can. But you get my point! Campfires and tent cuddles! Roasting smored with your partners and laughing at stupid joked or spooky stories. Give Me Some Domestic Polyamory.
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clockwards · 4 months
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They're up and getting ready for work and trying so hard not to wake you. Drawers open and close slowly, softly, every floorboard creak is met with an aborted hiss of annoyance. You're already awake, of course. You've been watching the whole dance - how could you not? They raise their hands in mock exasperation and shush you when you laugh, saying no, go back to sleep. You will, eventually. But this is part of the dance. And the morning sun loves watching it as much as you
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kazthropology · 1 month
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to be known is to be loved. watching your partner make their food to see how they like it so you can make it yourself, leaving medicines out if they’re in pain, knowing when to back off if they need more space, specifically telling them that you want to spend time with them or trying to be more physically affectionate because of love language preferences. every little thing adds up
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heretherebedork · 1 year
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Vietnam continues to rule the domestic side of BL with these two young men, their home and their love. They're just so sweet and loving and taking care of each other and flirting and I adore them on so many levels.
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withoutascout · 1 year
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Some domestic college and L&Z era MattFoggy complete with my stupid skrunkly headcanons (Mighty Ducks member Foggy, anyone?)
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heart-of-avernus · 2 months
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watching my girlfriend play bg3 as herself and it’s so fun-
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seaweedbrain404 · 1 year
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there is something quite serene about dating someone and existing in the same space as them. i’m on the couch on my phone as i write this and my boyfriend is in the shower, i can hear the water running and him humming some song. earlier i was unloading the dishwasher and he was taking out the bins. i don’t know a lot about love but something i do know is that surely, this is what it’s all about cause if not, then what’s the point?
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pastlesliewritings · 9 months
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saying “i love you” is a direct way to show a person that you love them but so as checking my phone every second while brushing my teeth waiting for your response, so as stay staring at the chat after saying goodbye with a warm smile, so as interrupting what im doing just to text you back, so as responding to your texts before my mom’s so i get more time with you, so as smiling before the facetime connects cause i know i’ll see my beloved’s face, so as remembering you and connecting everything to you, so as wanting and waiting to do everything for you so you dont have to do anything even smallest things like opening a water bottle, so as never missing your name when i talk, so as buying two of everything for me and you and as how im happily accepting that i will be anything and anyone you want me to.
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inklessletter · 5 months
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Polaroid #2 June 17th 1987
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samifer666 · 2 months
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this poem is wrote will always remind me of sam winchester
i’ll let you punch me i’ll let you scream
at me for things i haven’t done i’ll let
you believe what you need to believe
the thought of you leaving hurts
more then darkening bruises on my face
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haven’t seen my friend in a while, he’s two years younger and two inches taller.
he has glasses now.
he took them off to see if they were magnetic (they were) and i realized how pretty his face is.
the glasses are cute. thin black rims that extend over his face. like telescopes. he takes the lenses away. i notice that the freckles look different. tanned stars in a pale white sky, two grey and blue suns look at me and we smile at each other. there is such a thing as platonic love.
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linkofthelostwoods · 1 year
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What if we bought an old, worn down house and lived together and fixed it up to our dream house? We could have children and grandchildren, we could snuggle by the fire place. Laugh when something breaks and move on to fix it.
I want to have that with you.
I love you.
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"Do you love me?"
I sat and thought for a moment as I looked my best friend in the eyes.
"When the sun rises in the morning with its shades of orange, all I can imagine is the curls of your hair.
At midday when the sky is clear and the clouds are gone, all I can think of is the stark blue of your eyes.
Then in the evening when the sun paints the horizon with pinks and reds, all I see is the blush that covers your face when you've been surprised by a compliment.
To say I love you would be an understatement.
You have overwhelmed my mind to the point where I cannot see anything but you in everything. So no. I do not 'love' you my dear.
My definition of love, is you."
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I don’t want him to think he has struck gold when he looks at me
But when I hold him,
When he tastes my cooking,
Feels the hand that wipes his tears,
The embrace that gives him comfort,
When he sees the steeled gaze of determination,
The curves of a body born short of perfect,
Forged under iron grip and years of dedication,
Puffy dark under eyes from restless toil in a hospital,
Then at home,
On bare skin,
Both in grace and in a slackened spine,
He will see value in what is more timeless than gold,
Forget diamonds,
He will find his life’s purpose.
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