i will not lie, friends, i actually have a very deep seated fear that i will never be truly and fully loved unless i have something to offer in return
non sexual intimacy!!!! bathing together, washing each other, playing with each other's hair, kissing every inch of their body, writing love letters on their back with your finger, connecting their moles and freckles to create constellations on their skin, running your hands up and down their thighs, ugh just expressing physical love without it having to be about sex!!!!
My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.
「 Classical autumn flowers 」
let love in. believe compliments. be vulnerable and soft-hearted. tell people you love that you love them. see beauty in everyday things. live life like you’re in a movie. don’t be afraid to begin again.
in case no one told you today: you deserve way more than the bare minimum in all types of relationships.
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10/10 would bang. But also: 10/10 would care for you 10/10 would tuck you in 10/10 would cuddle 10/10 would make sure you get to sleep okay 10/10 would make you breakfast in the morning
you don’t talk too much. you aren’t too loud. you aren’t too needy. you aren’t too sensitive. you aren’t too this, or that. you aren’t too much anything. you will never be too much: you are you, and you are allowed to take up space. you are allowed to exist however you choose.
And the people who think you are too anything don’t deserve a spot in your life 😘
ur telling me a masc king taped this?
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HEy! you know that tumblr post of "Brutus! Put the dress on! You're going undercover!" That's Brutus. And That is the dress.
Doodle of my waking situation this morning
idk man being violently hateful/resentful towards children for existing is weird. it’s legitimately just weird.
the amount of parties/field trips i’ve had to help with it’s like…. they’re just kids. they have energy and want someone to listen to them. they’re existing and laughing and having fun. they do not know how to handle everything or do everything. because they are kids. they have their whole lives ahead of them. they love to share things. sorry that makes you disgusted i guess. were you never five. did you not deserve patience and kindness