Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
the intimacy of sleeping together, but not in a sexual way. the intimacy of feeling the warmth of their body in a cool room. their hands hugging you tightly. the intimacy of synchronized breathing. sleepy half-kisses. feeling safe. feeling warm. waking up and realizing how much you love them. how precious this is. finding the happiness on the tip of your fingers, brushing their hair. closing your eyes again. pulling closer. falling asleep.
@raafaellacunha
🔥🖤
She never needed to be saved, but she thought it would be nice to have someone every once in a while come to pick her up off the ground when she felt nothing but defeated.
Kayil York
Got nuked… @masterworking-my-life-my-loves was my former. M, 51. Potentially NSFW… MDNI. No age in bio = no interaction, no exceptions.
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