“you’re so sensitive” i was born with a poet’s soul. bitch
Trail cam catching a deer fawn with the zoomies
something so special about building a home that is your own, that you can decorate how you please, fill with your energy, make it safe and warm and inviting, take care of it and take pride in it. very very blessed
Graph via this post by the Movement Advancement Project.
Strikes are clearly NOT the reason anything with queer and trans content is being destroyed and pulled from the public eye.
I feel like I never post anymore. She’s consuming all my time 🥰
live blogging your breakdown on tumblr then rb a random post
The words in my head, I release
On this phone with its tiny keys
My thoughts for everyone to see
Pour out my heart and watch it bleed
I watch the starlight in her eyes
Her lips they give me butterflies
She laughs and looks up to the sky
I watch her closely and feel this high
I don’t know where to go from here
I don’t want pain, I don’t want fear
I’m looking for a path that’s clear
I see it whenever she’s near
So on this phone with tiny keys
Lays my heart as it bleeds
All my thoughts, everyone can see
My deepest thoughts, I release
lesbian sex that looks like a big cartoon ball of dust with the occasional leg sticking out and i crawl out of it covered in lipstick kisses and get swiftly dragged back in
let me lay next to you and count your lashes. i want to memorize every inch of you. i want to know you better than my own skin.
Would love to have a pretty girl spread open on my kitchen table when I get home from work, just ready to be eaten out
I want to hold her hand, I want to kiss her lips, I want to cuddle with her to sleep, and I want to wake up next to her every morning.
I want to do nothing and everything with her for the rest of my life.
It’s official, I’m smitten