André Marques da Silva @andremrq (London) • Collective gay friends app

André Marques da Silva @andremrq

i eat a lot and laugh at my own jokes.

London, GB

food

cinema

kinders

Gosh i’m hungover

We love love ❣️

“I reached for belonging. For that scene that held me still, for us”. Douro, Portugal 2025

Some things you let go in order to live ❤️

I feel like I should go back to shaving

not french. not from paris

“You became the quiet machine running under my days, one I can’t switch off. From the heat of my sheets to the cold cycles towards Richmond. You’re there, like a thread in every thought. What I call “normal” dissolved into a blur shaped like you” Lisbon, December 2023

I want you to love me world 💗

I don’t wanna get undressed for a new person all over again

Her voice cuts deep. Love and sorrow tangled inside my chest ❤️

..and now we sleep apart

Jealous type on repeat

I wish I had a flowy dress and a prairie

13 years ago. Echoing louder than ever.

Take me in your arms Hold me up Where everyone will see

waking up with you feels like soft light through cold glass, quiet, deliberate, honest. The world doesn’t rush here. Just skin, linen, your curls. You stretch. I breathe. And for a moment everything holds. Imperfect, but enough.

does he know red is my favourite colour?

Do you have a place for me? It’s what I wanted since I was a boy.

Looking for less tight sportswear and a new phone case btw

screenshot of a screenshot

In need of a shave

Go fucking listen

someone once said “ not because we stopped caring, but because we once did”

Thanks climate change for hot London. Amén ❤️

Why is it 🌶️

landan summa innit 🌞

“He’s not crying because he misses his ex. It’s because the corner of his bed is too close to the wall” Greta & Valdin

CLOSE Two bodies in motion,sunlight,sweat, silence A field once full, cut This isn’t about love.It’s about closeness and the violence of losing it The silence between them becomes a landscape Grief is like fabric:folds, creases, pulls. We remember what we destroy The flowers were never just flowers

nothing like a little weekend workout sesh to lift your morale

Meanwhile the girl behind me is suffering