i am returning to kindness
a place where I am strong in my softness.
i will start by kissing all of my scars and washing then in rain
collecting dust from long journeys off
the way they carry weariness from crossing rivers that should have had bridges.
I will return to build crossing paths over waters that reminded me to be kind.
To the anon who asked for the guys in their house robes… well, how I imagine they’d wear them. Jeremy wouldn’t care hardly at all, James might try a little but scrap the tie because it’s uncomfortable and stuffy, while Richard would wear the vest and his tie loose but neat.
if you all have a request i’ll see what i can draw :D
I’m pretty sure that this is porn. Definitely porn.
Truthfully, I could never ever hate a person that I love.
My pain is possessive in origins, my fear is of being forgotten, of dying without the rich love I’ve known: having someone else’s heart and knowing that they have my own. A trust that bonds two people in fragility.