He is someone who will pull through when you thought everyone was out to destroy your trust in people.
I adore him.
He is gorgeous and thin and blue eyed and loyal and should ride into your life on a white horse because he's a warrior. He is the only person i know who will lay down his life for the people he cares for. And if you are lucky enough to find a way into his heart you should never ever fuck with it. Because it will have been the biggest mistake of your life.
For the past 5 months he has held my hand continually. And it's the best feeling i have ever known.
And someone has sewn black thread into two sleeves and a collar.
And has fashioned it to stretch across his broad shoulders.
So that i feel faint everytime i see his muscles move quietly beneath cotton.
I will cross my legs
so that i can last longer.
And when the rest of the world bends their knees back into the sockets and rushes off to do other tasks.
I am imobile.
I am handicapped.
I swear i have dislocated every inch of my spine
to the amazing design of him.
strip him clean of black third world country labor maids
and leave it on the bedroom floor
because we all know broad shoulders make the man.
armsxlikexblades:
awwwwwww.