Fuck. So I sent him this hella thirsty letter.

We went to a Matisse exhibit together at the Legion of Honor and he got out his brush pen and sketched the paintings.

We went to a Matisse exhibit together at the Legion of Honor and he got out his brush pen and sketched the paintings.

quickly doodled some stuff we did together, I can’t stop thinking about it

quickly doodled some stuff we did together, I can’t stop thinking about it

I think this is something like the sweetest conversation we’ve ever had.

I think this is something like the sweetest conversation we’ve ever had.

He took off my dress.

And then my bra.

And slid down the boy shorts that I had underneath.

I think he saw how scared I was though, ‘cause he went and put all of my clothes back on after that.

JESUS can I just hang out with this man for ONE SECOND without weird sex vibes in the background pleeeease

JESUS can I just hang out with this man for ONE SECOND without weird sex vibes in the background pleeeease

Oh my god, he drew today’s Google Doodle. How is he so good at everything.

I went to visit him again last Wednesday.

We spent the whole day together, something we’ve never done before. He kept stopping me at random points when we were walking to hold my face and kiss me.

He looked me right in the eyes at one point and told me, “you’re so beautiful” and a little part of me is dying inside from how much I love him.

He’s doing so well with his new book - it’s getting all sorts of good reviews and the artwork in it is very beautiful.

The entire thing took him 3 years to make. He did a signing for it over the weekend and he said he didn’t think anyone would come, but an overwhelming amount of people ended up showing. I’m really happy for him.

"Love had failed. Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things."

Maurice, E.M. Forster (via welcometowhiteboyhell)

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