1 year ago, 98 notes.
Tagged: oh, my, god, look at your beautiful face, why do you do this to me, i would stare at you literally for the whole night, because judging from this picture, mr. tazim is a beautiful sleeper, but mr. tazim is beautiful all the time, this is your non-trolly side, when you are just contemplative, while we are lying on the roof of some turkish building, holding each other, it's kind of a depressing day, you know, that feeling, i can see it in you, yeah i could tell, smoking hookah, eating our leftover baklava, discussing baby names, no guards to worry about because well, we killed them all, ugh can i just write a fic here fjjdkfjds, i love you, i love you, i love you, my precious turkish bomb crafting husbando, i need you to take away my heart that is full of hatred and replace it with one filled with trolly ways and happiness, oh, .
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