I Actually Had To Stop Twice Because I MAY Have Started Crying - Tumblr Posts

" He doesn’t know how to explain. He wants men, and not just in the way that he craves their broad shoulders and their long hands and their hard jaw-lines, with heat in the pit of his stomach. He wants it in the cold, early hours of the morning before the rest of the world is awake, and he wants it in the form of distracted touches in the long afternoons together, and he wants dinner with cotton tablecloths and a roast like his mother used to make – and a man on the other side of the table. "

DON'T SPEAK TO ME