His hair. His clothes. His smell. His eyes. His jaw. His posture. His mysteriousness. His quietness. His loudness. His competitiveness. His loyalty. His dreams. His goals. His hands. His love. His grasp. His anger. His tears. His smile. His laugh. His jokes. His walk. His run. His point of view. His opinions. His morals. His weirdness. His smartness. His stubbornness. His surprises. His family. His heart. His soul. Him. Every aspect of him, I love.
And I have no regrets
- gay parents - female masturbation - guys showing emotion - they/them pronouns
saifah x zon - sarawat x tine parallels
@2017: not to sound desperate but i’m begging you
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WHY people write fanfictions where the ship don’t end up together? Like what is the logic??? Just to make everybody cry harder??? If I wanted sad love stories I would just look at my life.