is my favorite color. but I wore it today because i have the most amazing gay best friend in the world. It took a lot of strength and courage for him to come out to his family and friends, and now that he finally has, I really respect him for it. He’s more fabulous than anyone I’ve ever met. love you, babyboo.
this is the story of youth, love, passion, and all those summer nights you spent in the laughter of friends. all the winter mornings you lay curled underneath the sea of blankets. all the mildly exaggerated and highly fabricated tales of love found. it is the explosions of drama and dreams and desires that color the sky like fireworks. there is a place in my heart in the shape of you. and no one else may fill it. what sort of teenage lust may endure the test of time? the entirety of our souls, our time is mere ephemera. do we exist singularly in this still-frame portrait lined with spring blossoms? two hundred years ago this was the opportune time, but the modern man has pushed back the due date. i abhor this deceptive extension of time. this does naught but delude our senses and burden our lives with dissolvable material blocks. our time is now and our place is here and there are no second chances at this moment. at this instant. the instant you touch me all the butterflies fill each chamber of my heart, raging through the arteries of my body. our love is no longer written on parchment, sealed away with wax, but firing through the world at thousands of volts per second. yet innovation seems to serve as another mountain on the path. but for your being only i will attempt to bring myself back to you. because only your touch can bring me back. all the cosmos scatter and reform when i lay nestled in your arms. safe to feel. all i can feel is you darling.
“I have grown to love secrecy. it seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it. when I leave town now I never tell my people where I am going. If I did, I would lose all my pleasure. It is a silly habit, I dare say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one’s life.”—“The Picture of Dorian Gray” - Oscar Wilde