I Love Stories Where Its Just One Guy’s Really Bad Day

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

Note: They do not have to be ones my muses would like!

Hi I’m here to spread 2s Alfred appreciation 

Me going to Europe in like 2 weeks but I still need to get valid ID that’s not expired 🤡

I care so much abt them

Frank Polson — Tremolo  (acrylic on satin poly cotton canvas, 2019) 

HOW DO YOU NEED TO BE LOVED??

like a child loves the rain 

you need to be loved in happiness and foolishness. a puppy love, a love so purely good, so full of happiness it makes your stomach ache. you need to be loved in a way that reminds you of the childhood you didn’t get to have. you need to be loved as if you’re feeling the rain fall upon your cheeks for the first time. refreshing, and clean.

Editorial photographed by Frances McLaughlin-Gill, 1955 - via x

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

Hooking his tie Alfred loosened it with one swift tug; his body seeming to agree yet that expression stayed firm and without wear. Without the plain tie he could finally breath. Decompressing from another day busied and pulled in all direction. Not once, did that charming grin or burst of reassuring laughter fail. He was one tough cookie, after all. 

Wouldn’t want Ed to believe Alfred wasn’t fully there and attentive.

“I got two energy drinks in me and besides, it’s not like I’m going to nap while you’re here. What am I-- Spain? We don’t take breaks in the middle of the day.” He did a playful and gentle swat at Eds shoulder, reassuring him a little lack of sleep could never stop him. “You’re here for awhile right? I was wondering if you wanted to go camping, or whatever. I took overtime before this so we could have a few days!”

@frestoniia / /  Starter Call.

“My former therapist says I have a preoccupation with revenge. Feels like I paid money to be told the pope is Catholic.” Burying a cocky grin behind a quick sip of the strong coffee; the bitter assault on his tongue pulling a frown to his features. The universe checking her back into the lane, if only by a smidge. Alfred exhaled any last words of his rant through a small huff and sweetened it for a better next round. “Hm! Better!” “That was my new flavour of the month, kinda sucked. Wanna start a book club instead?? I’ve got fun ones.” A half lie -- the American having a very niche type of book taste. 

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