nonmaleficence.

H. Tong | 206
Aspiring physician.
Isolated thoughts.
Science-based, art stimulated.
please say hello
yourstruly-b:

liftingpotato:

crownfullofcurls:

thetallblacknerd:

adampacmanjones:

iphotographlove:

poetic-ness:

backtothewalll:

YES THANK YOU.

yes

We cuddle for like 15 minutes. Then its the sleeping version of wrestlemania in our bed

yup. or you’ll have a hairball and your mouth and be sweating in 45 mins

Accurate

Facts. My boyfriend only cuddles me until i fall asleep and then moves away loll

we cuddle for about 2 seconds then end up like that. maybe a foot touching or something but thats it.

Accurate but usually backs facing each other.

yourstruly-b:

liftingpotato:

crownfullofcurls:

thetallblacknerd:

adampacmanjones:

iphotographlove:

poetic-ness:

backtothewalll:

YES THANK YOU.

yes

We cuddle for like 15 minutes. Then its the sleeping version of wrestlemania in our bed

yup. or you’ll have a hairball and your mouth and be sweating in 45 mins

Accurate

Facts. My boyfriend only cuddles me until i fall asleep and then moves away loll

we cuddle for about 2 seconds then end up like that. maybe a foot touching or something but thats it.

Accurate but usually backs facing each other.

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hitrecordjoe:

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rockfo:

Flickering Lights

Give me all the flickering lights!
tiny specs of fluttering rays
and city glitters shimmering
but only from far away.
I want them all it’s an addiction
I want the christmas lights buried in snow
and the blips in science fiction
films from years ago.

Give me all the night sky’s twinkling sprinkles
and the red pulsing eyes
on tvs that standby
fading, flirting in and out
like a game of cat and mouse.
Bits of foil in the distance 
blowing kisses from the sun to me and
showing no resistance to the photons
that consistently pass notes on
from one lover to the other
like cupids tiny brothers.

Give me all the flickering lights.
Light every candle and wave every phone
glinting and bleeping and
imprintining glowing circuses
that linger while I’m sleeping.
An orchestra of weeping light
swan singing like star crossed choirs
who play themselves to me
all night.

I won’t let love disrupt, corrupt, or interrupt me.