I found SUCH a cute little anniversary present for The Boy, but I don’t know if I want to give it to him for anniversary or Valentines day because it’d be appropriate for both?

We literally have his birthday, our anniversary, and valentines day packed within the span of two months?? So I can’t decide what to give him from the list of gifts I have for which holiday??

Your floofle is poofle

how I tell The Boy that his hair has magnificent volume

Him: You really don’t have to cook
Me: Shhhh no tears only dreams
Him:
Me: I’M GOING TO DO IT ANYWAY SO TELL ME WHAT YOU WANT
Him, probably: Tbf I don’t have time for this shit Tess

Me: I was thinking that I’d ask my parents for a rice cooker for Christmas.
The Boy: That is so innocent

The Boy is the greatest blessing that I could possibly have received and I wonder every day what I did to deserve him

alilisil:

brbianca:

A short comic with lots of feelings about dragons. /o

can someone do a girl version of this

So guess who’s doing a group project with The Boy over the break. Which involves us baking together.

He’s wearing a “Kiss the cook” apron.

Is this fanfiction

From marble

They’ve all been beautiful- in their own way.
Beautiful like peaches
or almonds, or milk.
Like fawns, like birds, like stone.
terrifying and pacifying
Beautiful.

But He,
He is jasmine flowers and converse on cold concrete,
cherubs and soldiers of God
He is black marble and molten gold
A lion, my wolf.

He, elusive in the dark, beside me ephemeral
He is dark eyes and dark hair and words words words.
My Achilles in every way, the Hypnos to my Eris

Adonis carved from marble, strong straight jaw
Galatea warmed to flesh, curved perfect lips
Made in the image of Eros, My Rome.

He doesn’t know he’s art.

I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.

Ivan E. Coyote
(via wordsnquotes)

I smell like an apothecary. He smells like church incense. We are a perfect pair of smelly people