Do you know what makes my guts twist?
What makes me want to scream and scream because it hurts so bad I feel sick?
The desperate need for touch.
The hurtful search, hidden between two jackets touching, between a soft brush of the arms, a hold to evitate a fall.
I see two men holding each other so tightly when the only person apart for me in the street is them, they don't notice me cause I walk behind, to give them that brief moment of touch, of arms, knotted together so strongly, then I see them raising their legs to the sidewalk that will bring them to an area with more people and their arms detach like they were leaves on an old tree, softly, like that's what they are supposed to do.
But here's the pain, I watch them look for contact, for touch, for each other. Even just a light brush of their pants is enough for them.
And I rotten behind them thinking of the sadness and the elegance of this romance.
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I don’t know what compelled me to make this
I just thought “hehe what if emesis blue but it was emesis pink and they were preppy”
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Photo found here:
https://passareltemps.tumblr.com/post/678441325000114176
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as a masc, there's something about interlacing my fingers with a femme's that is so personal to me because the contrast of our hands, the shape and feel of them, look so good together. something about my blunt nails and angular fingers against your painted nails and softer hands is so precious and gorgeous.
we're two separate beings, but then we can be in a state where we're so wrapped up in each other we can hardly tell where we start and end, yet here, with our hands clasped, i see how different we are, yet so wholly connected we remain.
i think about rubbing my thumb over the curve of her thumb, slow and steady, just so she knows i'm here, that i'm a constant. i think about holding out my hand asking do you trust me? and she might say yes and i'll hold her hand like i'm a knight, a prince, asking her to dance. my thumb will swipe over her knuckles, and my lips will brush against them too. my lady.
it's the most minimalistic way to be physically touching, and i think it's beautiful that there are so many different ways and reasons we can be holding hands.
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