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To simply exist in all her devotion.

Sitting in bed, with a cup of hot chocolate, while you can smell the just baked cookies in the kitchen and see the white snow slowly falling from the sky, and finding it's place on the cold ground.

Photo credits: @Alexandra

Walking under the gray sky, through a field full of wild flowers, rain ready to pour down, wind being stronger and stronger, while you are holding your girlfriend's hand.

picture credits: @? (if you guys know the person who took the photo please tell me so i can credit them)

I will absolutely inhale any piece of media containing, my beloved, 'Two same-gender people, likely a mean girl and good girl are initially presented as romantic rivals for the most average boy you'll ever meet, but turns out they were just really gay aNd dumb all along.' it just has so hard 'fuck men, who even needs em anyway' it gives me life.

aNd And, when the mean girl (or boy) AGGRESSIVELY tries to deny her own gayness by trying to convince herself she just has feelings for the boy, and just fails so so bad. Like her internel monologue is just 264996 things I hate about you and then proceeding to simp plus extra for the girl and then telling herself she's into the boy. It's a high and I'll chase it all my life

+ if the boy's and adorable himbo jock and thinks they're into him. The second hand embarassment!! 😂. Tbh works if he's an ass too but flipped on its heed, the absolute joy of watching him embarrass him.

I can read 37926 books with the exact same plot.

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wait wtf i thought being gay was just a cool aesthetic i didn’t know it came with feelings help how do i undo this

fuck tits.

trans masc and wlw solidarity

yeah, right. how can I be attracted to girls when I can’t even talk to them?

i’m going to bring you on a roller skating date one day. we’re gonna rent the skates at the little desk with the old painted counter. i’ll hold your hands because you don’t really know how to skate and i used to go all the time. the wooden floors will be all worn down and scratched but that’s what makes it fun. the place is going to play bad pop music from the early 2000s but that’s okay it’s part of the skating experience. we will both probably fall because we were trying to hold on to each other but would we want it any other way ? definitely not

i want to have a porch with a swing and candles and lanterns. there will be hanging plants and there will be lightning bugs. it’ll be late august before i work at a high school in a small town somewhere in the north east. i’ll be happy and listening to the sound of bugs. idk if anyone will be there with me but that’s okay.

it’s not summer, but imagine it is summer and the sun is still golden and your and her are riding your bikes back to your house after a picnic. it’s lovely and then you go home and decide to make s’mores and there’s mosquitos and lightning bugs everywhere but you don’t mind because you’re happy. you and her are happy together.

concept: i get my drivers license and then i come to your house to pick you up. we go to the grocery store, it’s nine at night so the store is soon to closing, and we buy those cake slices in plastic containers. we sit in my car in the parking lot, you connect to bluetooth because i like your music taste and eat cake while it starts to rain. nothing else matters because nothing else feels real.

all sapphics should watch “But I’m a cheerleader” cause it’s a fucking masterpiece (and  Clea DuVall is in it)

I've never seen anyone talk about this but

I literally don't think I would mind doing housewife like things for a butch.

Is it just me?

Like i wouldn't mind packing a lunch for her work day every morning, writing a cute sticky note with maybe a inspirational quote or a quick "have a good day I love you" type of thing.

I depending on her job, I wouldn't mind ironing her clothes, making that collar nice crisp and starchy, and tie on that tie from them every morning. Or help them put on that sharp blazer.

But I'd always love doting on them when her when she gets home too. Undoing her tie, taking off her coat. Kissing her on cheek as I welcome her home. And I tell her I'll run a bath for her to help release all that pent up stress from the day.

Always keep the home soft and cozy. The perfect air freshener, fresh sheets out of the washer, searching on Pinterest in my free-time for the perfect things to add to our home.

On Friday nights we plan little dates at home. We're probably both a bit tired from the week. Maybe going out isn't the best option. So we'll get take out, or prepare something together and we have a little dinner date at home. Then Netflix and chill after of course.

On Saturday morning's she'll wake up to the empty space of where I slept in our bed. But! But~...the smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.

And that day, when we go shopping I'll help her pick a new cologne that will make me go feral. I'll tell her which colors compliment her skin tone, and which outfits make her look handsome.

But we can't leave until I take a trip to Sephora. (I have to! Sue me! I personally believe these products help keep me and nice and pretty just the way she likes me.) I try not to buy a lot but she's not a good influence since she always tries to spoil me.

(part 2?..)

just a little wlw fluff..lmk what u think (guys chill on me, only writing experience I have is ap english classes from my highschool days)

Pinch me, I need to be reassured that this isn’t a dream. You know when someone says, "If it’s too good to be true, then it is"? God, please don’t let it be true this time. Not this time. It feels too good, it feels too right. If this is a dream, don’t wake me up. Or at least give me 30 more minutes.

But the thing is, it’s not a dream, because I just woke up. The sun’s shining directly in my eyes no matter which way I turn my head. Great, I feel like a vampire.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust, and as I begin to come back to reality, I feel pressure on my body, warmth wrapped all around me. That’s when I immediately realize I’m in her arms.

Usually, she’s not this touchy, not this clingy. For example, when we fall asleep, we’re usually just spooning. She’s not the most affectionate, but she tries. And here she is, unbeknownst to both of us.

Her face is buried in my neck, and I hear her soft inhale and exhale. Her hair sprawls all over the place, tickling my cheek and eye.

Her arms are loosely wrapped around me, but her fingers are purposely interlocked, as if she doesn’t want to let go. Or maybe, as if she doesn’t want me to go.

Half of her body is pressed against mine. This has to be where all the warmth is coming from. Her body heat. And, of course, our legs are tangled under the sheets.

I can’t help but turn my head slightly to face her, but her hair is covering most of her face. She looks so calm, so peaceful, with not a care in the world. She’s comfortable, and so am I. Well, despite my stiff joints begging to be cracked from a good night's sleep.

Her lips are slightly parted, pink and soft—kissable. Her lashes, surprisingly long, make her look as graceful as ever, though they also make me a little jealous. Her brows are furrowed just a bit. Could she be dreaming? I hope it’s not a bad one.

I gently sweep her hair out of her face, unable to help the smile that spreads across my face as I watch her. The sunlight bathes her face perfectly, creating a glow against the white sheets. It’s almost unbelievable how much satisfaction I get from seeing this view. After all this time, it still makes my heart race and fills me with warmth.

I know she’ll probably say she looks a mess right now, always embarrassed when she wakes up and realizes she’s the clingy one. Sure, she might look a little silly if you really stretch it, but I can’t see her as anything less than perfect. Sorry, not sorry, babe.

I dare not move, not to disturb 1) this view, 2) her peace, and 3) this moment. Sometimes, I can’t believe this is real. She is mine. She likes me. Loves me? Don’t get an ego. I don’t know, but it’s everything I’ve ever wanted. My own dream come true.

So, I guess there’s no need for someone to pinch me. This isn’t a dream, it’s real. I wake up to her every day and sleep beside her every night. And I’m thankful. So blessed to have her.

I can’t help but kiss her cheek softly, a huge, probably dorky smile on my face. I don’t care. Sue me.

Oh shit...she’s waking up now.

(pls hmu or talk to me, or ask me questions, let's through some ideas around, mdni with my blog thnx 🤍)

MOTHER’S DAY 🔥🔥🔥

not to be confused with taylor swift’s birthday, which is december 13th, 1989.

tbh the only proof i need that taylor swift likes women is the fact that she owns a tumblr at all…

gay as hell

(LOUDEST WOMAN THIS TOWN HAS EVER SEEN ! )

this aged so well… my mom just recently told me that this same aunt is bisexual.

she def has gaydar and i def alerted it! :)

thinking about how my cool democratic aunt bought me a book about a girl with internalized homophobia in an extremely religious town, that literally entirely applies to me.... do y’all think she knows somehow🤔

purposely dressing dramatically gay all month. today i wore a rainbow crocheted bucket hat and my nails r painted for bi pride :)

when i get ready i ask myself “do i want to dress casey gardener gay or effy stonem gay today?”

thinking about how my cool democratic aunt bought me a book about a girl with internalized homophobia in an extremely religious town, that literally entirely applies to me.... do y’all think she knows somehow🤔

i remember when i moved my sister into her dorm she had a roommate who was blaring Lemon Boy by Cavetown while drinking and unpacking, wearing a shirt that said “Les🐝an” with the bee and all. and i remember thinking she was so much cooler than my straight older sister who wanted to rush into a sorority. how did i not know i was into women i-