pile of lyle
Delicate :Frerard:Delicate :Frerard:
Gentle. It was very...gentle.
He didn't know how this other person sensed his apprehension or inexperience, but he had, and now he was dealing with it as if it was the most fragile thing in this world.
Gerard didn't make the first move- Frank did. Gerard let Frank kiss him. He saw the other boy leaning in, saw him hesitate then continue when Gerard moved foreward slightly, watched the sleepy eyes close. His own vision darkened after that and he felt the cool, firm texture of another mouth on his.
Something about kissing must be instinctual- Gerard assumed it had to be. He had never kissed or be
First Entry
Cheerful
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I am a poet, but sometimes words fail me.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
[kmw]
as it was meant to be - bokonon (vonnegut's cat's cradle)
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Flames to dust, lovers to friends... why do all good things come to an end?
~nenneko | ~anachs-photos | November Rain
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"how happy is the blameless vestal's lot! the world forgetting by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! each prayer accepted, and each wish resigned..." -Alexander pope.
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